"
"I shall not let you be moved just yet, Daisy. Good-night. I
will see — what's her name?"
"Harbonner — Hephzibah Harbonner."
"Good-night."
And Daisy watched the doctor as he went down the path, mounted
his horse, and rode away, with great admiration; thinking how
handsome and how clever and how chivalric he was. Daisy did
not use that word in thinking of him; nevertheless, his
skilful nursing, and his taking up her cause so effectually,
had made a great impression upon her. She was greatly
comforted. Juanita, watching her face, saw that it looked so;
there was even a dawning smile upon Daisy's lips at one time.
It faded however into a deep gravity; and one or two long
drawn breaths told of heavy thoughts.
"What troubles has my love?" said the old woman.
Daisy turned her head quick round from the window, and smiled
a very sweet smile in her face.
"I was thinking, Juanita."
"My little lady has a cloud come over her again."
"Yes, Juanita, I think I have. Oh, Juanita, I might tell you!
What shall I do, when everybody wants me to do what — what I
don't think is right? What shall I do, Juanita? I don't know
what I shall do."
"Suppose Miss Daisy take the Bible to her pa' — Miss Daisy
knows what her pa' promised.
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