But I do not exactly know about myself." "What Miss Daisy not know about herself ?" "I do not know exactly--whether it is right." "Whether what be right, my love ?" Daisy was silent at first, and looked puzzled.
"Juanita--I mean--I don't know whether _I_ am right." "Will my love tell what she mean ?" "It is hard, Juanita.

But--I don't think I am quite right.

I want you to tell me what to do." Daisy's little face looked perplexed and wise.

And sorry.
"What troubles my love ?" "I do not know how it was, Juanita--I did not care at all about it at first; and then I began to care about it a little--and now--" "What does my love care about ?" "About being dressed, Juanita; and wearing mamma's jewels, and looking like a picture." "Will Miss Daisy tell Juanita better what she mean ?" "Why, you know, Juanita," said the child wistfully, "they dress up the people to look like the pictures; and they have put me in some very pretty pictures; and in one I am to be beautifully dressed to look like Queen Esther--with mamma's jewels all over me.

And there is another little girl who would like to have that part,--and I do not want to give it to her." Juanita sat silent, looking grave and anxious.