They were quite still before Juanita finished; and when they rose up from their knees Daisy's face was composed again.

Then, she came and stood with her hand on Juanita's shoulder, both of them silent; till Daisy put her lips to the fine olive-dark cheek of the old woman and kissed it.

Juanita drew her into her arms, and Daisy sat there, nestling and tired.
"Can Miss Daisy trust the Lord ?" "Trust him,--how.

Juanita ?" "That he do no harm to his little child ?" "O it isn't _me_, Juanita--" Daisy said with a very tender and sad accent.
"When Joseph--my love knows the story--when he was sold away from his father and home, to be servant of strangers far off--maybe he thought it was hard times.

But the Lord meant it for good, and the father and the child came together again, in a happy day." Daisy rose up, or rather raised her head, and looked steadily in her friend's face as if to see what this might mean.
"The Lord knoweth them that trust in him," said the black woman.
Daisy's head went down again; and there was a long silence.