Daisy In The Field

"Yes, indeed; that is a question," said Mrs. Sandford. "Just

think - she sails Saturday, and this is Thursday. Only one

single day for you, Daisy; but after all, it is best so. You

can be ready just as well, and the sooner you are off now the

better. I shall miss you dreadfully, though."

I felt my cheeks turn cold, and I busied myself with my cup of

tea.

"You are not so eager to be off, Miss Randolph, as my good

sister is to have you," I heard the doctor say.

"No, not quite. I would like better to go if all this trouble

in the country were ended."

"That would be to wait some time, I am afraid, said the

doctor, helping himself to a piece of toast. And I do not know

what in his motion and his manner of speech conveyed to me the

notion that he was glad I could not wait. And, my mother's

child though I was, I could not thwart him this time.

"It is a good time to be away, I think," said Mrs. Sandford.

"I'd keep the news from her, Grant, if I were you. She sits

and studies the papers as if her life were in them."

"There will be no news on board the steamer," said the doctor.

Yes, I knew that. The very beginning of my journey was to cut

me off from tidings. How should I get them in Switzerland? And

I must go too without seeing Miss Cardigan. Well, I thought,

nothing can take my best Friend from me.