And tears undoubtedly came, though they were quiet tears.

The black woman's hand went tenderly over the little round head.
"And he say to his lambs--'Follow me.'" "Juanita"-- Daisy spoke without raising her head--"I want to please him most." "How Miss Daisy think she do that ?" Daisy's tears now, for some reason, came evidently, and abundantly.

She wept more freely in Juanita's lap than she would have done before father or mother.

The black woman let her alone, and there was silent counsel-taking between Daisy and her tears for some time.
"Speak to me, Juanita"-- she said at last.
"What my love want me to say ?" "It has been all wrong, hasn't it, Juanita?
O have I, Juanita ?" "What, my love ?" "I know I have," said Daisy.

"I knew it was not right before." There was yet again a silence; a tearful silence on one part.