It was the gesture of penitent gentleness.
"Tell me some more, Juanita." "Let the Lord speak," said the black woman turning over her well used Bible.

"See, Miss Daisy--'Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own--'" "I was puffed up," said Daisy, "because I was to wear those beautiful things.

I will let Nora wear them.

I was seeking my own, all the time, Juanita.

I didn't know it." "See, Miss Daisy--'That women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broidered hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array.'" "Is there any _harm_ in those pretty things, Juanita?
They are so pretty!" "I don't know, Miss Daisy; the Lord say he not pleased with them; and the Lord knows." "I suppose," said Daisy----but what Daisy supposed was never told.