"Then, Juanita, I suppose — if I get tired lying here, — I can
do patience-work?"
"Jesus will have His people do a great deal of that work,"
said Mrs. Benoit, tenderly. "And it is work that pleases Him,
Miss Daisy. My love is very weary?"
"I suppose, Juanita, if I was really patient, I shouldn't be.
Should I? I think I am impatient."
"My love knows who carries the lambs in His bosom."
Daisy's tired face smoothed itself out at this. She turned her
eyes to the window with a placid look of rest in them.
"Jesus knows where the trouble is," said the black woman. "He
knows all. And He can help too. Now I am going to get
something to do Miss Daisy good."
Before this could be done, there came a heavy clumping step up
to the house, and a knock at the door; and then a person
entered whom Juanita did not know. — A hard-featured woman, in
an old-fashioned black straw bonnet, and faded old shawl drawn
tight round her. She came directly forward to Daisy's couch.
"Well, I declare if it ain't true! Tied by the heels, ain't
ye?" — was her salutation. Juanita looked, and saw that Daisy
recognised the visitor; for she smiled at her, half pleasure,
half assent to what she said.
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