"
"That is it, Eyebright," answered Noel; "we do not mind receiving
kindnesses and favors from those we love. Yes, I am very sorry for
Primrose; I wish matters could be differently arranged for her."
While Noel was speaking Hannah came into the room with a cup of
beef-tea for the little invalid.
"You have done her a sight of good already, sir," she said, peering
with her short-sighted eyes into the young man's face. "I don't know
what we'd have done for her if you hadn't come that day, and talked to
her, and got her to tell you what that most villainous person in
London was after."
"Oh, don't, Hannah," said Daisy, "he's in a dungeon now--poor, poor
Mr. Dove; I must not think about him if I mean to get well."
Here Daisy shivered, and added under her breath, with her little pale
face working--
"I did promise it very faithfully that I would never tell about the
sweetmeats."
"He was a bad man, Daisy, and he richly deserves his punishment," said
Noel, in an almost stern voice, for he wished to check any unhealthy
sentimentality on the part of the delicate child. "You must think of
what you and your sisters have suffered, and be glad he has been
prevented doing any more mischief.
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