"I was puffed up," said Daisy, "because I was to wear those beautiful things. I will let Nora wear them. I was seeking my own, all the time, Juanita. I didn't know it."
"See, Miss Daisy—'That women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broidered hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array.'"
"Is there any harm in those pretty things, Juanita? They are so pretty!"
"I don't know, Miss Daisy; the Lord say he not pleased with them; and the Lord knows."
"I suppose," said Daisy——but what Daisy supposed was never told. It was lost in thought.
"My love see here what please the Lord—'the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.'"
Daisy lifted her little face and kissed the fine olive cheek of her friend.
"I know now, Juanita," she said with her accustomed placidness. "I didn't know what was the matter with me. I shall have to play in the pictures—I cannot help it now—but I will let Nora be Queen Esther."
It was quite late by this time and Daisy after a little more talk went home; a talk which filled the child's heart with comfort. Daisy went home quite herself again, and looked as happy and busy as a bee when she got there.
"Daisy! what late doings!" exclaimed her father. "Out all the afternoon and practising all the morning—Where have you been?"