But when she gave back
the cup, and let herself fall again upon her pillow, Daisy
said, "June, I'd like to die."
"Oh, why, Miss Daisy?" said June.
"Jesus knows that I love Him now; and I'd like —" said the
child, steadying her voice — "I'd like — to be in heaven!"
"Oh, no, Miss Daisy — not yet; you've got a great deal to do
in the world first."
"Jesus knows I love Him —" repeated the child.
"Miss Daisy, He knowed it before — He's the Lord."
"Yes, but — He wants people to _show_ they love Him, June."
"Do, don't! Miss Daisy," said June, half crying. "Can't ye go
to sleep? Do, now!"
It was but three minutes more, and Daisy had complied with her
request. June watched, and saw that the sleep was real; went
about the room on her noiseless feet; came back to Daisy's
bed, and finally went off for her own pillow, with which she
lay down on the matting at the foot of the bed, and there
passed the remainder of the night.
CHAPTER XV.
SCHROEDER'S MOUNTAIN.
The sun was shining bright the next morning, and Daisy sat on
one of the seats under the trees, half in sunshine, half in
shadow. It was after breakfast, and she had been scarcely seen
or heard that morning before.
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