"Everybody must do that," said Mr. Randolph. "The breeze has died away and the morning is very close."
"Papa, have you been awake all night?"
He stooped down, and kissed her.
"You must go home and get some breakfast and go to sleep," Daisy said, looking at him lovingly with her languid eyes.
"Shall I bring you anything from home, Daisy?" he said, kissing her again.
The child looked a little wistfully, but presently said no; and Mr. Randolph left her to do as she had said. Mrs. Benoit was privately glad to have him out of the way. She brought water and bathed Daisy's face and hands, and gave her a delicate breakfast of orange; and contrived to be a long while about it all, so as to rest and refresh her as much as possible. But when it was all done, Daisy was very hot and weary and in much pain. And the sun was only in the tops of the trees yet. The black woman, stood considering her.
"It will be a hot day, Miss Daisy—and my little lady is suffering already, when the dew is not dried off the grass. Can she say, 'Thank the Lord?'"
Daisy first smiled at her; then the little pale face grew grave, the eyelids fell, and the black woman saw tears gathering beneath them. She stood looking somewhat anxiously down at the child; till after a few minutes the eyelids were raised again and the eyes gave her a most meek and loving response, while Daisy said faintly, "Yes, Juanita."
"Bless the Lord!" said Juanita with all her heart. "Then my love can bear it, the hot day and the pain and all. When his little child trust him, Jesus not stay far off. And when he giveth quietness, then who can make trouble?"
"But I have a particular reason, Juanita. I am very glad of my hurt foot; though it does ache."