"
"Miss Daisy like to play in these pictures r"
"Yes, Juanita — and I like — Juanita, I like it!"
"And another little girl, Miss Daisy say, like it too?"
"Yes, I think they all do. But there is a little girl that
wants to take my part."
"And who Miss Daisy want to please?"
Daisy hesitated, and her eyes reddened; she sat a minute
still; then looked up very wistfully.
"Juanita, I think I want to please myself."
"Jesus please not Himself," — said the black woman.
Daisy made no answer to that. She bent over and hid her little
head in Mrs. Benoit's lap. And tears undoubtedly came, though
they were quiet tears. The black woman's hand went tenderly
over the little round head.
"And He say to His lambs — 'Follow me.' "
"Juanita" — Daisy spoke without raising her head — "I want to
please him most."
"How Miss Daisy think she do that?"
Daisy's tears now, for some reason, came evidently, and
abundantly. She wept more freely in Juanita's lap than she
would have done before father or mother. The black woman let
her alone, and there was silent counsel-taking between Daisy
and her tears for some time.
"Speak to me, Juanita" — she said at last.
"What my love want me to say?"
"It has been all wrong, hasn't it, Juanita? Oh, have I,
Juanita?"
"What, my love?"
"I know I have," said Daisy.
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