All this while the storm had been furious; the
lightning hardly ceased, or the thunder, and both were near;
but the two inmates of the little cottage seemed hardly to be
conscious what was going on outside its walls. There was a
slight lessening now of the storm's fury.
"Has it gone well with my little lady then, since she gave
Juanita the rose-branch?"
This was the new opening of conversation. Daisy hesitated a
little what to answer; not for want of confidence, for there
was something about the fine old woman that had won her
completely.
"I don't know" — she said at length, slowly. "It has been very
hard to do right, Juanita."
"But has my little lady kept her Lord's words?"
"Yes, Juanita, I did; but I don't know whether I should, if it
hadn't been for what you said."
"And did she meet the trouble too."
Juanita saw that she had, for a flush rose on Daisy's poor
pale cheeks, and her face was strangely grave. She did not
answer the question, either; only as the flush passed away she
looked placidly up and said, "I am not in trouble now,
Juanita."
"Bless the Lord!" was the utterance of Juanita's heart. "The
Lord knows how to deliver out of trouble, Miss Daisy.
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