"I don't know," said Daisy—"my foot aches a good deal, and all my leg.
I think—Juanita—I would like it if you would read to me."
Juanita took a somewhat careful survey of her, felt her hands, and finally got the book.
"Is there too much air for my love from that window?"
"No, it is nice," said Daisy. "I can see the stars so beautifully, with the clouds driving over the sky. Every now and then they get between me and the stars—and then the stars look out again so bright. They seem almost right over me. Please read, Juanita."
Mrs. Benoit did not consider that it made much difference to Daisy where she read; so she took the chapter that came next in the course of her own going through the New Testament. It was the eighth chapter of Mark. She read very pleasantly; not like a common person; and with a slight French accent. Her voice was always sweet, and the words came through it as loved words. It was very pleasant to Daisy to hear her; the long chapter was not interrupted by any remark. But when Mrs. Benoit paused at the end of it, Daisy said,
"How can anybody be ashamed of him, Juanita?"
The last verse of the chapter has these words—
"Whosoever therefore shall be ashamed of me, and of my words, in this adulterous and sinful generation; of him also shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he cometh in the glory of his Father with the holy angels."
"How can anybody be ashamed of him, Juanita?"
"They not see the glory of the Lord, my lady."