Daisy's thoughts went to the hand that had made the glittering river, with all its beauties and wonders; then they went to what Mr.Dinwiddie had said, that God will help his people when they are trying to do any difficult work for him; he will take care of them; he will not forsake them.

Suddenly it filled Daisy's soul like a flood, the thought that Jesus _loves_ his people; that she was his little child and that he loved her; and all his wisdom and power and tenderness were round her and would keep her.

Her trouble seemed to be gone, or it was like a cloud with sunlight shining all over it.

The very air was full of music, to Daisy's feeling, not her sense.

There never was such sunlight, or such music either, as this feeling of the love of Jesus.