“O that is it!” he said.  “Well, Daisy, this is the beginning; but though I came in upon the middle of the subject I do not understand it yet.  Why did not the rose tree get to its destination?”

“Because—­I remembered, just when I had got to the bottom of the hill, that mamma would not let me.”

Daisy’s tone of voice told more than she knew of her subdued state of disappointment.

“Mrs. Randolph had forbidden you to go to Molly’s cottage?”

“No sir; but she had forbidden me to speak to anybody without having her leave.  I had forgotten it till just that minute.”

“Ask her leave, and then go.  What is the difficulty in that, Daisy?”

“She will not give me leave, Dr. Sandford.  Mamma does not like me to——­do such things.”

“Do you care much about it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Present your request to Mrs. Randolph to-morrow, Daisy—­that is my advice to you.”

“It would be no use, Dr. Sandford.”

“Perhaps not; but I advise you to take my advice; and lay the rose bush by the heels till to-morrow afternoon.”

“By the heels, sir?”

“Yes.  Logan will tell you what that means.”

Daisy looked with such a gaze of steadfast inquiry up in the doctor’s face, that he had hard work to command his countenance.  She could not make out anything from his face, except that somehow she got a little encouragement from it; and then they whirled in at the gate of Melbourne and in another minute were at home.  Daisy went off to see after her rose-bush, find Logan, and have it laid by the heels.  The doctor marched in through the hall, into the library, and then catching sight of Mr. Randolph on the piazza, he went out there.  Mr. Randolph was enjoying the September sunlight, and seemed to be doing nothing else.

“Good afternoon!” said the doctor.

“How do you do?” said Mr. Randolph.  “Can you possibly have business on hand, doctor, in this weather?”

“Very good weather for business,” said the doctor.

“Too good.  It is enough to look and breathe.”

All Mr. Randolph was doing, apparently.  He was lounging on a settee, with a satisfied expression of countenance.  The doctor put himself in a great cane chair and followed the direction of his host’s eyes, to the opposite river and mountains; over which there was a glory of light and atmosphere.  Came back to Mr. Randolph’s face with an air of the disparaged business.

“It is not bad, driving.”

“No, I suppose not!”

“Your little daughter likes business better than you do.”  A smile came over Mr. Randolph’s face, a smile of much meaning.

“She likes it too well, doctor.  I wish I could infuse some degree of nonchalant carelessness into Daisy’s little wise head.”

“We must deal with things as we find them,” said the doctor.  “I met her this afternoon in the road, with a carriage-load of business on hand; but what was very bad for her, it was arrested business.”