"There won't be anybody alive that is alive now, will there?"
Again unwillingly the answer came: "Yes, ma'am. Miss Daisy, hadn't you better "
"How do you know, June?"
"I have heard so it's in the Bible it will be when the
Lord comes."
"Do you like to think of it, June?"
The child's searching eyes were upon her. The woman half laughed, half answered, and turning aside, broke down and burst into tears.
"What's the matter, June?" said Daisy, coming nearer and speaking awedly; for it was startling to see that stony face give way to anything but its habitual formal smile. But the woman recovered herself almost immediately, and answered as usual: "It's nothing, Miss Daisy." She always spoke as if everything about her was "nothing" to everybody else.
"But, June," said Daisy, tenderly, "why do you feel bad about it?"
"I shouldn't, I s'pose," said the woman desperately, answering because she was obliged to answer; "I hain't no right to feel so if I felt ready."
"How can one be ready, June? That is what I want to know.
Aren't you ready?"