She would have liked to sit up all night; but her power of keeping even upon her knees was giving way when June stole in behind her, too uneasy to wait for Daisy's ring.
"Miss Daisy, you'll be surely sick to-morrow, and Mis' Randolph will think I ought to be killed." "June, didn't the minister say this morning--" "What minister ?" "O it wasn't you,--it was Joanna.

Where is Joanna?
I want to see her." "Most likely she's going to bed, Miss Daisy." "No matter--I want to see her.

Go and tell her, June--no matter if she is in her night-gown,--tell her I want to speak to her one minute." June went, and Daisy once more burst into tears.

But she brushed them, aside when Joanna came back with June a few minutes after.
"Joanna--didn't the minister say this morning, that when we are doing what Jesus tells us, he will help us through ?" "It's true," said Joanna, looking startled and troubled at the pale little tear-stained face lifted to her;--"but I don't just know as that minister said it this morning." "Didn't he ?" "Why it's true, Miss Daisy; for I've heard other ministers say it; but that one this morning was preaching about something else--don't you know ?" "Was he?
Didn't he say that ?" "Why no, Miss Daisy; he was preaching about how rich----" "O I know!" said Daisy--"I remember; yes, it wasn't then--it was afterwards.

Yes, he said it--I knew it--but it wasn't in his sermon.
Thank you, Joanna--that's all; I don't want you any more." "What ails her ?" whispered Joanna, when June followed her out with a light.
But June knew her business better than to tell her little mistress's secrets; and her face shewed no more of them, than it shewed of her own.
When she returned, Daisy was on her knees, with her face hidden in her hands, at the foot of the bed.
June stopped; and the little white figure there looked so slight, the attitude of the bended head was so childlike and pitiful, that the mulatto woman's face twinkled and twitched in a way most unwonted to its usual stony lines.