But here she was now, at this moment, engaged in a trial of strength with her mother; very unequal, for Daisy felt no power at all for the struggle,--and yet she could not yield! Where was it to end?
and how many other like occasions of difference might arise, even after this one should somehow have been settled?
Had the joy of being a servant of Jesus so soon brought trouble with it?
Daisy had put the trunk of a large tree between her and June; but the mulatto woman where she sat heard the stifled sobs of the child.

June's items of intelligence picked up by eye and ear, had given her by this time an almost reverent feeling towards Daisy; she regarded her as hardly earthly; nevertheless this sort of distress must not be suffered to go on, and she was appointed to prevent it.
"Miss Daisy--it is luncheon time," she said without moving.

Daisy gave no response.

June waited and then came before her and repeated her words.
"I am not going in." "But you want your dinner, Miss Daisy." "No, I don't, June.

I don't want to go in." June looked at her a minute.