"Ay? how has that been, my love?"
"Because I knew he was taking care of me. It seemed that Jesus was so near me all the time. Even all that dreadful ride."
"The Lord is good!" said the black woman with strong expression. "But my love must not talk."
She began to sing again.
"O what shall I do, my Saviour to praise!
So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace.
So good to deliver, so strong to redeem
The weakest believer that hangs upon him."
"O that's good, Juanita!" said Daisy. "Hush!—Juanita, it is very late for anybody to be out riding!"
"Who is out riding, Miss Daisy?"
"I don't know—I hear a horse's feet. Don't you hear?—there!"
"It's some young gentleman, maybe, going home, from a dinner-party."
"Don't draw the curtain, Juanita, please! I like it so, I can look out. The moonlight is nice. Somebody is very late, going home from a dinner party."