Through the
open door she could see the neat order of the room within, and
her eye caught some shells arranged on shelves; but Daisy did
not like to look, and she turned away. She met Juanita's eye;
she felt she must speak.
"This is a pleasant place."
"Why does my lady think so?"
"It looks pleasant," said Daisy. "It is nice. The grass is
pretty, and the trees; and it is a pretty little house, I
think."
The woman smiled. "I think it be a palace of beauty," she
said, — "for Jesus is here."
Daisy looked, a little wondering but entirely respectful; the
whole aspect of Juanita commanded that.
"Does my little lady know, that the presence of the King makes
a poor house fine?"
"I don't quite know what you mean," said Daisy, humbly.
"Does my little lady know that the Lord Jesus loves His
people?"
"Yes," said Daisy, — "I know it."
"But she know not much. When a poor heart say any time, 'Lord,
I am all Thine!' — then the Lord comes to that heart, and He
makes it the house of a King — for He comes there Himself. And
where Jesus is, — all is glory. Do not my little lady read
that in the Bible?"
"I don't remember" — said Daisy.
The woman got up, went into the cottage, and brought out a
large-print Testament which she put into Daisy's hands, open
at the fourteenth chapter of John.
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