Then Daisy raised her head, looking very meek.
"Juanita, what ought I to do ?" "What my love said," the black woman replied very tenderly.

"Please the Lord." "Yes; but I mean, how shall I do that ?" "Jesus please not himself; and he say, 'Follow me.'" "Juanita, I believe I began to want to please myself very soon after all this picture work and dressing began." "Then it not please the Lord," said Juanita decidedly.
"I know," said Daisy; "and it has been growing worse and worse.

But Juanita, I shall have to finish the play now--I cannot help it.

How shall I keep good?
Can I ?" "My love knows the Good Shepherd carry his lamb in his bosom, if she let him.

He is called Jesus, for he save his people from their sins." Daisy's face was very lowly; and very touching was the way she bent her little head and passed her hand across her eyes.