"Oh, I am here!" she said. "Where is Captain Drummond?"
"The gentleman is gone for the doctor, to see to the hurt
foot. How is it now, dear?"
"It hurts me a good deal."
Juanita's first business was to take off the stocking; this
could only be done by cutting it down. When it was removed, a
very sorrowful-looking little foot was seen. Juanita covered
it up lightly, and then turned her attention again to Daisy's
pale face.
"What can I give my little lady?"
"I am Daisy Randolph."
"What may I do for Miss Daisy, to give her some comfort?"
"Juanita, — I wish you would pray for me again."
"What does Miss Daisy want of the Lord?"
"My foot hurts me very much, and I want to be patient. And,
Juanita, I want to thank Him too."
"What for, Miss Daisy?"
"Because — I love Him; and He has made me so happy."
"Praise the Lord!" came with a most glad outburst from
Juanita's lips; but then she knelt down, and so uttered her
warm petitions for help needed, and so her deep thanksgiving
for help rendered, that Daisy was greatly overcome, and poured
out her tears as the prayer went on. When it was ended,
Juanita went about her room for a little while, making certain
arrangements that she foresaw would be necessary; then came
and sat down.
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