But I shall not be sick.

You needn't be afraid.
You needn't stay." June was too much awed to speak, and dared not disobey.

She withdrew; and in her own premises stood as Daisy was doing, looking at the moonlight; much wondering that storms should pass over her little white mistress such as had often shaken her own black breast.

It was mysterious.
Daisy did not wish to go to sleep; and it was for fear she should, that she had crawled off the bed, trembling in every limb.

For the same reason she would not touch the brandy and water.