"Ay? how has that been, my love?"
"Because I knew He was taking care of me. It seemed that Jesus
was so near me all the time. Even all that dreadful ride."
"The Lord is good!" said the black woman, with strong
expression. "But my love must not talk."
She began to sing again. —
"Oh, what shall I do, my Saviour to praise,
So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace.
So good to deliver, so strong to redeem
The weakest believer that hangs upon him."
"Oh, that's good, Juanita!" said Daisy. "Hush! — Juanita, it
is very late for anybody to be out riding!"
"Who is out riding, Miss Daisy?"
"I don't know — I hear a horse's feet. Don't you hear. —
there!"
"It's some young gentleman, maybe, going home, from a dinner-
party."
"Don't draw the curtain, Juanita, please! I like it so, I can
look out. The moonlight is nice. Somebody is very late, going
home from a dinner party."
"They often be. Miss Daisy, the moonlight will hinder you
sleeping, I am afraid."
"I can't sleep. It's so good to look out! Juanita — there's
that horse's feet, stopping just here."
Juanita went to her door, and perceived that Daisy spoke
truth. Somebody down at her little wicket had dismounted, and
was fastening his horse to the fence.
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