I turned my head again and sat quiet; willing
to be overlooked, if that might be. The steps never slackened.
I heard them coming round the railing — then just at the
corner — I looked up, to see the cap lifted, and a smile
coming upon features that I knew; but my own thoughts were so
very far away that my visitor had almost reached my side
before I could recollect who it was. I remember I got up then
in a little hurry.
"It is Doctor Sandford!" I exclaimed, as his hand took mine.
"Is it Daisy?" answered the doctor.
"I think so," I said.
"And I _think so_," he said, looking at me after the old
fashion. "Sit down, and let me make sure."
"You must sit on the grass, then," I said.
"Not a bad thing, in such a pleasant place," he rejoined,
sending his blue eye all round my prospect. "But it is not so
pleasant a place as White Lake, Daisy."
Such a flood of memories and happy associations came rushing
into my mind at these words, — he had not given them time to
come in slowly, — I suppose my face showed it.
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