But Daisy's door on that side was locked too! June was going softly away.
"What do you want ?" said her mistress.
"If you please, ma'am," said June, stopping very unwillingly--"I thought it was time to wake Miss Daisy." "Why do you not go in, then ?" "Ma'am--the door is locked," said June, in a scarce audible undertone.
"Locked ?--knock." June went back and knocked.
"Louder," said Mrs.Randolph, who was under her maid's hands; "you would not waken a cat at that rate.

Make yourself heard." June's taps, however, continued so fearfully gentle, that Mrs.Randolph, arose and came to the door herself.

One or two of the touches of her imperative fingers brought a little figure in white night-dress and just-awakened face, to open the door.
"Daisy," said her mother, "what is your door fast for ?" "Mamma--I wanted it fast for a few minutes." "Did you lock it last night or this morning ?" "Last night--I thought--I meant to have opened it." "Both your doors ?" "Yes, mamma." "All night locked! Now, Daisy, I forbid you ever to turn the key in your door again, night or day." "O mamma!--I want it shut sometimes." "Hush.

Go and let June dress you." June was vexed enough with herself to have inflicted some punishment on her awkward tongue and head, when she saw that Daisy was for some reason or other deeply grieved.

The tears gathered and fell, quietly, all through the process of dressing; and a sort of sob heaved from the child's breast now and then, without words and most involuntary.
Juanita's cottage was a palace to Melbourne House, if peace made the furniture.