She struggled with tears and agitation until she was exhausted, and then lay quiet, panting and pale, because she had no strength to weep longer.
"Miss Daisy," said June, "drink this." "What is it ?" "It is brandy and water.

It is good for you." "I am not faint.

I don't like it." "Miss Daisy, please! You want something.

It will make you feel better and put you to sleep." Disregarding the tumbler which June offered, Daisy slowly crawled off the bed and went and kneeled down before her open window, crossing her arms on the sill.

June followed her, with a sort of submissive pertinacity.
"Miss Daisy, you want to take some of this, and lie down and go to sleep." "I don't want to go to sleep." "Miss Daisy, you're weak--won't you take, a little of this, to strengthen you a bit ?" "I don't want it, June." "You'll be sick to-morrow." "June," said Daisy, "I wish a chariot of fire would come for me!" "Why, Miss Daisy ?" "To take me right up.