"But we do not see it yet."
"My love will see it. Juanita has seen it. This little house be all full of glory sometimes, when Jesus is here."
"But that is because you love him, Juanita."
"Praise the Lord!" echoed the black woman. "He do shew his glory to his people, before he come with the holy angels."
"I don't see how anybody can be ashamed of him," Daisy repeated, uttering the words as if they contained a simple impossibility.
"My little lady not know the big world yet. There be ways, that the Lord know and that the people not know."
"What do you mean, Juanita?"
"My lady will find it," said the black woman folding her arms. "When all the world go one way, then folks not like to go another way and be looked at; they be ashamed of Christ's words then, and they only think they do not want to be looked at."
A colour came all over Daisy's face—a suffusion of colour; and tears swam in her eyes.
"I didn't like to be looked at, the other night!" she said, in a self-accusing tone.