For the same reason she would not touch the brandy and
water. Once asleep, the next thing would be morning and waking
up; she was not ready for that. So she knelt by the window,
and felt the calm glitter of the moonlight, and tried to pray.
It was long, long since Daisy had withstood her father or
mother in anything. She remembered the last time; she knew now
they _would_ have her submit to them, and now she thought she
must not. Daisy dared not face the coming day. She would have
liked to sit up all night; but her power of keeping even upon
her knees was giving way when June stole in behind her, too
uneasy to wait for Daisy's ring.
"Miss Daisy, you'll be surely sick to-morrow, and Mis'
Randolph will think I ought to be killed."
"June, didn't the minister say this morning —"
"What minister?"
"Oh, it wasn't you, — it was Joanna. Where is Joanna? I want
to see her."
"Most likely she's going to bed, Miss Daisy."
"No matter — I want to see her. Go and tell her, June — no
matter if she is in her night-gown, — tell her I want to speak
to her one minute."
June went, and Daisy once more burst into tears. But she
brushed them aside when Joanna came back with June a few
minutes after.
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