"June, didn't the minister say this morning—"
"What minister?"
"O it wasn't you,—it was Joanna. Where is Joanna? I want to see her."
"Most likely she's going to bed, Miss Daisy."
"No matter—I want to see her. Go and tell her, June—no matter if she is in her night-gown,—tell her I want to speak to her one minute."
June went, and Daisy once more burst into tears. But she brushed them, aside when Joanna came back with June a few minutes after.
"Joanna—didn't the minister say this morning, that when we are doing what Jesus tells us, he will help us through?"
"It's true," said Joanna, looking startled and troubled at the pale little tear-stained face lifted to her;—"but I don't just know as that minister said it this morning."
"Didn't he?"
"Why it's true, Miss Daisy; for I've heard other ministers say it; but that one this morning was preaching about something else—don't you know?"