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, for the doctor looked at me and smiled as he said, "I see it is Daisy; I think it is certainly Daisy. So you do not like Magnolia?"
"Yes, I do," I said, wondering where he got that conclusion. "I like the place very much, if——"
"I should like to have the finishing of that 'if'—if you have no objection."
"I like the place," I repeated. "There are some things about it I do not like."
"Climate, perhaps?"
"I did not mean the climate. I do not think I meant anything that belonged to the place itself."
"How do you do?" was the doctor's next question.
"I am very well, sir."
"How do you know it?"