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"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. "I knew it was not right before."
There was yet again a silence; a tearful silence on one part.
Then Daisy raised her head, looking very meek.
"Juanita, what ought I to do?"
"What my love said," the black woman replied very tenderly.
"Please the Lord."
"Yes; but I mean, how shall I do that?"
"Jesus please not Himself; and He say, 'Follow me.' "
"Juanita, I believe I began to want to please myself very soon after all this picture work and dressing began."
"Then it not please the Lord," said Juanita, decidedly.
"I know," said Daisy; "and it has been growing worse and worse. But Juanita, I shall have to finish the play now ? I cannot help it. How shall I keep good? Can I?"
"My love knows the Good Shepherd carry His lamb in His bosom, if she let Him. He is called Jesus, for He save His people from their sins."
Daisy's face was very lowly; and very touching was the way she bent her little head and pa.s.sed her hand across her eyes. It was the gesture of penitent gentleness.
"Tell me some more, Juanita."
"Let the Lord speak," said the black woman, turning ever her well-used Bible. "See, Miss Daisy ? 'Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own ?' "
"I was puffed up," said Daisy, "because I was to wear those beautiful things. I will let Nora wear them. I was seeking my own, all the time, Juanita. I didn't know it."
See, Miss Daisy ? 'That women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broidered hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array.' "
"Is there any _harm_ in those pretty things, Juanita? They are so pretty!"
"I don't know, Miss Daisy; the Lord say He not pleased with them; and the Lord knows."
"I suppose," said Daisy ? but what Daisy supposed was never told. It was lost in thought.
"My love see here what please the Lord ? 'the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of G.o.d of great price.' "
Daisy lifted her little face and kissed the fine olive cheek of her friend.
"I know now, Juanita," she said with her accustomed placidness. "I didn't know what was the matter with me. I shall have to play in the pictures ? I cannot help it now ?
but I will let Nora be Queen Esther."
It was quite late by this time, and Daisy after a little more talk went home; a talk which filled the child's heart with comfort. Daisy went home quite herself again, and looked as happy and busy as a bee when she got there.
"Daisy! what late doings!" exclaimed her father. "Out all the afternoon and practising all the morning ? Where have you been?"
"I have been visiting, papa."
"Pray whom?"
"Molly, papa ? and Juanita," Daisy said, not very willingly, for Mrs. Randolph was within hearing.
"A happy selection!" said she. "Go and get ready for dinner, Daisy."
"Have you been all the afternoon at those two places, Daisy."
asked her father, within whose arms she stood.
"Yes, papa."
He let her go; and a significant look pa.s.sed between him and his wife.
"A little too much of a good thing," said Mr. Randolph.
"It will be too much, soon," the lady answered.
Nevertheless Daisy for the present was safe, thanks to her friend Dr. Sandford; and she pa.s.sed on upstairs with a spirit as light as a bird. And after she was dressed, till it was time for her to go in to the dinner-table, all that while a little figure was kneeling at the open window, and a little round head was bowed upon the sill. And after that, there was no cloud upon Daisy's face at all.
In the drawing-room, when they were taking tea, Daisy carried her cup of milk and cake to a chair close by Preston.
"Well, Daisy, what now?"
"I want to talk to you about the pictures, Preston."
"We did finely to-day, Daisy! If only I could get the cramp out of Frederica's fingers."
"Cramp!" said Daisy.