"And you will leave me the house at once?"
"No, my lady. My lady shall have the house. Juanita will not be in the way."
"You do not seem to understand, my good woman, that I want to be here myself, and have my people here. I want the whole house."
"My lady shall have it she is welcome nobody shall find Juanita trouble them," the black woman said, with great sweetness.
"What will you do with yourself?"
"A little place be enough for me, my lady. My spirit lives in a large home."
Mrs. Randolph turned impatiently away. The manner of the woman was so inexpressibly calm and sweet, the dignity of her beautiful presence was so immovable, that the lady felt it in vain to waste words upon her. Juanita was a hopeless case.
"It is no use for me to be here then," she said. "Mr.
Randolph, you may make your own arrangements."
Which Mr. Randolph did. He held a consultation with Juanita, as to what was wanting, and what she would do; a consultation with which he was satisfied. Juanita was left in full charge, with authority to do for Daisy precisely according to Dr. Sandford's instructions, in all matters. Mrs. Randolph meanwhile had a talk with her poor pale little daughter, upon more or less the same subjects; and then the father and mother prepared to go home to breakfast.
"Shall I send you June?" said Mrs. Randolph.