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"But mamma, that isn't all I mean." "I don't know what you mean. What has put it into your head?" "Something Mr. Dinwiddie said." "What absurd nonsense! Who is Mr. Dinwiddie?" "You know him. He lives at Mrs. Sandford's." "And where did he talk to you?" "In the little school in the woods. In his Sunday-school. Yesterday." "Well, it's absurd nonsense, your going there.
His relative, whom he went to see, was dead; and now that his cousin had accepted his invitation to come and live with him, he felt an increased solicitude about the future. Sandford's main anxiety now was to provide for Stearine's note, which he felt assured the promisor could not meet.
Sandford. I did not go back to the ward that day, and I never went back. I charged Dr. Sandford with all my remaining care, and he accepted the charge. No illness seized me, but my heart failed. That was worse. Better have been sick. Bodily illness is easier to get at. And there was nobody to minister to mine. Dr. Sandford's presence worried me, somehow. It ought not, but it did. Mrs.
Sandford's disgust. "My dear child, what do you want of those things?" she said, looking at them and me with an inexpressible disdain of the check. "I think they will be useful, ma'am." "But you are not going into the hospital?" "Yes; to-morrow morning." "As a visitor. But not to stay." "I am going to stay if I am wanted," I said, displaying the dimensions of my apron for my own satisfaction.
The truth was, that Bullion had already made so much in his operations, that he could easily "lift" the note; but as long as his capital was yielding such golden returns, he was not disposed to use it in that way until obliged to do so. Besides, he believed, from Sandford's anxiety, that he would himself make an effort to raise the money elsewhere. He was quite easy, therefore.
Very likely there was somebody to miss and mourn him; somebody at home; his mother a young wife, perhaps "Is Daisy tired already?" Dr. Sandford's voice was at my side. I roused myself and said we had had a pretty brisk ride, and I had not been on horseback in a long time; which was true and I felt it. "Has it been too much for you?" he said, with a change of tone. I disclaimed that.
"Does Miss Daisy think the doctor can tell her all?" "I don't know. He knows a great deal, Juanita." "Seems he knows more than Job did," said Mrs. Benoit, who had her private misgivings about the authenticity of all Dr. Sandford's statements. Daisy thought a little. "Juanita, Job lived a great while ago." "Yes, Miss Daisy." "How much did he know about the sun? does the Bible tell?"
"As you please!" returned the lady, very dryly. "Do you want to go, Daisy?" "If you please, papa." Daisy spoke without showing her face. "Is Mr. Dinwiddie at Mrs. Sandford's?" inquired Mrs. Randolph. "Oh, no, mamma!" Daisy looked up. "He is not coming. He is gone a great way off. I do not suppose he is ever coming here again; and Nora is going away soon." Mrs. Randolph moved off.
Do you really try to give thanks everywhere, and for all things, as the word says?" "I do not try, papa I like to do it." "Do you give thanks for everything?" "I think I do, papa; for everything that gives me pleasure." "For Mrs. Sandford's invitation to-day, for instance." "Oh, yes, papa," said Daisy, smiling.
Randolph appeared on the threshold, and so soon as she saw Daisy beckoned her to come to another room. Mr. Randolph's arms had relaxed their hold somewhat, and Daisy obeyed the signal and left him. Her mother wanted then to know all the story of her days at Mrs. Sandford's; and Daisy had a good deal to tell. That is, Mrs. Randolph's questionings made it so.
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