The grass is pretty, and the trees; and it is a pretty little house, I think." The woman smiled.
"I think it be a palace of beauty," she said,--"for Jesus is here." Daisy looked, a little wondering but entirely respectful; the whole aspect of Juanita commanded that.
"Does my little lady know, that the presence of the King makes a poor house fine ?" "I don't quite know what you mean," said Daisy humbly.
"Does my little lady know that the Lord Jesus loves his people ?" "Yes," said Daisy,--"I know it." "But she know not much.

When a poor heart say any time, 'Lord, I am all thine!'-- then the Lord comes to that heart and he makes it the house of a King--for he comes there _himself_.

And where Jesus is,--all is glory! Do not my little lady read that in the Bible ?" "I don't remember"-- said Daisy.
The woman got up, went into the cottage, and brought out a large print Testament which she put into Daisy's hands, open at the fourteenth chapter of John.

Daisy read with curious interest the words to which she was directed.
"Jesus answered and said unto him, If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my Father will love him, and we will come unto him and make our abode with him." Daisy looked at the promise, with her heart beating under troublesome doubts; when the voice of Juanita broke in upon them by saying, tenderly, "Does my little lady keep the Lord's words ?" Down went the book, and the tears rushed into Daisy's eyes.
"Don't call me so," she cried,--"I am Daisy Randolph;--and I do want to keep his words!--and--I don't know how." "What troubles my love ?" said the woman, in low tones of a voice that was always sweet.

"Do not she know what the words of the Lord be ?" "Yes,"-- said Daisy, hardly able to make herself understood,--"but--" "Then do 'em," said Juanita.