Dinwiddie preach; it
fell in with the course of Daisy's thoughts; and several times
in the day she had Juanita sing it over. Daisy's eyes always
filled when she heard it; nevertheless Juanita could not
resist her pleading wish.
"Oh, the Lamb! the loving Lamb!
The Lamb on Calvary!
The Lamb that was slain, but lives again,
To intercede for me."
"I am so happy, Juanita," Daisy said, after one of these
times. "I am so happy!"
"What makes it so, my love?"
"Oh, because that is true — because He lives up there to take
care of me."
"Bless the Lord!" said the black woman.
Towards evening of that day, Juanita had left the room to make
her fire and attend to some other things, when Daisy heard her
own name hailed softly from the window. She turned her head,
and there was Preston's bright face.
"My poor, poor little Daisy!"
"How do you do, Preston?" said Daisy, looking as clear as a
moonbeam.
"There you are a prisoner!"
"It is a very nice prison."
"Don't, my dear Daisy! I'll believe you in anything else, you
know; but in this I am unable. Tied by your foot for six
weeks, perhaps! I should like to shoot Captain Drummond."
"It was not Captain Drummond's fault.
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