Of course, Primrose, nothing happened to our
little Daisy; if there did, she would tell us."
"I will send for the doctor, at any rate," said Primrose; "I don't
like her look. I will send for the doctor, and--and--"
But Primrose's brave voice broke, and she turned her face away.
Jasmine ran up to her, and put her arms round her neck.
"What is it, Rose darling?--are you really troubled about Daisy? or
are you thinking of the expense? I wonder what a London doctor will
charge? Have you got any money to pay him, Primrose?"
"I've got Mr. Danesfield's money," said Primrose; "I have always kept
it for an emergency. I had hoped never to need it, but if the real
emergency comes it is right to spend it. Yes, Jasmine, I can pay the
doctor and you had better go down and ask the Doves the name of one,
for I don't know a single doctor in London."
"Yes," said Jasmine, "I'll run down at once."
Mr. and Mrs. Dove were greatly concerned when they heard of Daisy's
illness--in especial, Mr. Dove was concerned, and expressed himself
willing to do all in his power for the sweet, pretty little lady. He
said he knew a doctor of the name of Jones, who was a dab hand with
children, and if the young ladies liked he would run round to Dr.
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