Yes, Jasmine, I can pay the doctor and you had better go down and ask the Doves the name of one, for I don't know a single doctor in London." "Yes," said Jasmine, "I'll run down at once." Mr.and Mrs.Dove were greatly concerned when they heard of Daisy's illness--in especial, Mr.Dove was concerned, and expressed himself willing to do all in his power for the sweet, pretty little lady.

He said he knew a doctor of the name of Jones, who was a dab hand with children, and if the young ladies liked he would run round to Dr.
Jones's house, and fetch him in at once.
Jasmine thought Mr.Dove very good-natured, and she expressed her great gratitude to him for the trouble he was about to take, and requested him to seek Dr.Jones and to bring him to see Daisy without a moment's delay.

Accordingly, in a very short time the doctor of Dove's selection stood by Daisy's bedside and pronounced her to be suffering from nothing whatever but a common cold, ordered some medicine for her cough, and went away with the assurance that she would be as cheerful as ever on the morrow.

But Daisy was not cheerful the next day; and day after day passed without bringing back either her sweet calm, or any of the brightness which used to characterize her little face.

Daisy possessed in a certain degree Primrose's characteristics, but she was naturally more highly strung and more nervous than her eldest sister.