It was for her little visiter.

It was full of love.

It was full of confidence too; and of such clear simplicity as if, like Stephen, she had _seen_ the heavens open.

But the loving strength of it won Daisy's heart; and when the prayer was finished she came close to the old woman and threw her arms round her as she stood, and wept with her face hid in Juanita's dress.
Yet the prayer had comforted her too, greatly.

And though Daisy was very shy of intimacies with strangers, she liked to feel Juanita's hand on her shoulder; and after the paroxysm of tears was past, she still stood quietly by her, without attempting to increase the distance between them; till she saw Sam coming down the lane with the pony.
"Good bye," said Daisy, "there's the boy." "My lady will come to see old Juanita again ?" "I am Daisy Randolph.