"Miss Daisy, s'pose you take it?" said June. "It won't do you no hurt—maybe it'll put you to sleep."
Daisy was perhaps too weak to resist. She rose half up and eat the arrowroot, slowly, and without a word. It did put a little strength into her, as June had said. But when she gave back the cup and let herself fall again upon her pillow, Daisy said,
"June, I'd like to die."
"O why, Miss Daisy?" said June.
"Jesus knows that I love him now; and I'd like—" said the child steadying her voice—"I'd like—to be in heaven!"
"O no, Miss Daisy—not yet; you've got a great deal to do in the world first."
"Jesus knows I love him—" repeated the child.
"Miss Daisy, he knowed it before—he's the Lord."
"Yes, but—he wants people to shew they love him, June."
"Do, don't! Miss Daisy," said June half crying. "Can't ye go to sleep?
Do, now!"