DAISY 37

know why she should be such a delicate child.
Please put her in the crib. | will get some
brandy.”

| glanced uneasily at the child’s pale face, then
quitted the room. Early the next morning, Mrs.
rummond knocked at my door. a wish you
would come and look at Baisy,” she said queru-
lously; ‘she has not slept all night, and now she
has fallen into a kind of stupor; | can’t get her
to speak to me.”

| hurried to the child’s cot, and bending over
it said, “Baisy, don't you want some breakfast ?””

She neither moved nor spoke, and after mak-
ing other ineffectual attempts to rouse her, | said,
“The child is ill—you must call a doctor.”

“Suppose we . get Mr. Robertson to speak to
her,’ she replied. This may be only temper.”