By and by, another light began to break in the eastern horizon, and the stars grew pale.

The morning had come.
The birds were twittering in the branches before Daisy awoke.

At the first stir she made, her father and Mrs.Benoit were instantly at her side.

Mr.Randolph bent over her and asked tenderly how she felt.
"I feel hot, papa." "Everybody must do that," said Mr.Randolph.

"The breeze has died away and the morning is very close." "Papa, have you been awake all night ?" He stooped down, and kissed her.
"You must go home and get some breakfast and go to sleep," Daisy said, looking at him lovingly with her languid eyes.
"Shall I bring you anything from home, Daisy ?" he said, kissing her again.
The child looked a little wistfully, but presently said no; and Mr.
Randolph left her to do as she had said.