And I think Daisy held to her
own understanding of the text that had been in debate; for
there was a fine portion of lemon pie, jelly, and sandwiches,
laid by for him in the basket, and by Sam devoured with great
appreciation.
CHAPTER X.
A FIELD OF BATTLE.
June came the next morning to dress her young mistress as
usual. Daisy was not soon done with that business on this
particular day; she would break off, half dressed, and go to
lean out of her window. There was a honey-suckle below the
window; its dewy sweet smell came up to her, and the breath of
the morning was sweet beside in all the trees and leaves
around; the sun shone on the short turf by glimpses, where the
trees would let it. Daisy leaned out of her window. June stood
as often before, with comb and brush in hand.
"Miss Daisy — it's late."
"June," said Daisy, — "it's Sunday."
"Yes, ma'am."
"It'll be hot too," Daisy went on. "June, are you glad when
Sunday comes?"
"Yes ma'am," said June, shifting her position a little.
"I am," said Daisy. "Jesus is King to-day. To be sure, He is
King always; but to-day _everything_ is His."
"Miss Daisy, you won't be dressed."
Daisy drew her head in from the window, and sat down to submit
it to June's brush; but she went on talking.
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