Juanita drew her into her
arms, and Daisy sat there, nestling and tired.
"Can Miss Daisy trust the Lord?"
"Trust Him, — how, Juanita."
"That He do no harm to His little child."
"Oh, it isn't _me_, Juanita —" Daisy said, with a very tender
and sad accent.
"When Joseph — my love knows the story — when he was sold away
from his father and home, to be servant of strangers far off —
maybe he thought it was hard times. But the Lord meant it for
good, and the father and the child came together again, in a
happy day."
Daisy rose up, or rather raised her head, and looked steadily
in her friend's face as if to see what this might mean.
"The Lord knoweth them that trust in Him," said the black
woman.
Daisy's head went down again; and there was a long silence. It
was broken at last by Juanita's offering her some refreshment;
and then Daisy started up to the business on hand. She
explained to Juanita where she was staying, and what she had
that morning to do. Meanwhile Juanita made her take some bread
and milk.
"So how much must I get, Juanita? can you tell me? how much
for two little frocks, and two little petticoats, and one suit
of boy's clothes?"
"My love knows, it must be accordin' to the stuff.
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