What did she mean by talking about being happy?
"Daisy, I have brought you some oranges." "Thank you, papa!--May I have one now ?" Silently and almost sternly Mr.Randolph stood and pared the orange with a fruit knife--he had thought to bring that too--and fed Daisy with it, bit by bit.

It was pleasant and novel to Daisy to have her father serve her so; generally others had done it when there had been occasion.

Mr.
Randolph did it nicely, while his thoughts worked.
"What are you going to do to-night, papa ?" she said when the orange was finished and he stood looking at her.
"Stay here with you." "But papa, how can you sleep ?" "I can do without sleeping, if it is necessary.

I will take a chair here in the doorway, and be near if you want anything." "O shall not want anything, papa, except what Juanita can give me." He stood still watching her.

Daisy looked up at him with a loving face; a wise little face it always was; it was gravely considerate now.
"Papa, I am afraid you will be uncomfortable." "Can nobody bear that but you ?" said Mr.Randolph, stooping down to kiss her.
"I am very happy, papa," said the child placidly; while a slight tension of her forehead witnessed to the shooting pains with which the whole wounded limb seemed to be filled.
"If Mr.Randolph pleases--" said the voice of Juanita,--"the doctor recommended quiet, sir." Off went Mr.Randolph at that, as if he knew it very well and had forgotten himself.