Daisy gave them no heed.

The woman stood with dressing gown on her arm and a look of habitual endurance upon her face.

It was a singular face, so set in its lines of enforced patience, so unbending.
The black eyes were bright enough, but without the help of the least play of those fixed lines, they expressed nothing.

A little sigh came from the lips at last, which also was plainly at home there.
"Miss Daisy, it's gettin' very late." "June, did you ever read the parable of the tares ?" "The what, Miss Daisy ?" "The parable about the wheat and the tares in the Bible--in the thirteenth chapter of Matthew ?" "Yes, ma'am,"-- came somewhat dry and unwillingly from June's lips, and she moved the dressing-gown on her arm significantly.
"Do you remember it ?" "Yes, ma'am,--I suppose I do, Miss Daisy--" "June, when do you think it will be ?" "When will what, Miss Daisy ?" "When the 'Son of Man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend and them which do iniquity, and shall cast them into a furnace of fire; there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father.' It says, 'in the end of this world'-- did you know this world would come to an end, June ?" "Yes, Miss Daisy--" "When will it be, June ?" "I don't know, Miss Daisy." "There won't be anybody alive that is alive now, will there ?" Again unwillingly the answer came: "Yes, ma'am.