"I do not wonder that God said that it was good. I am so much obliged to you for telling me about it."
"Never heard a more satisfactory application of knowledge in my life," the doctor remarked, with a smile, as he handed back the Bible to Mrs. Benoit.
And then he and Preston went off; but Daisy lay long very thoughtfully looking after them out of her window. Till the sound of the horses' feet was far out of hearing, Daisy lay there, looking into the evening. She did not stir till Mrs. Benoit brought her supper.
"Isn't it wonderful, Juanita," she said, with a long-drawn breath, "how the sun divides the light from the darkness!"
"Most things is wonderful, that the Lord makes," answered the black woman.
"Are they?" said Daisy.
"But what makes my love sigh?" said Juanita, anxiously; for Daisy's face had not brightened up, though she was taking her tea.
Daisy looked at her. "Oh, Juanita!" she said, "I am afraid that Dr. Sandford is in the darkness!"
"Where the sun don't shine it be darkness, sure!" said
Juanita. "And he do not see the Light of the world, Miss
Daisy."
Daisy's eyes filled, filled. She liked Dr. Sandford very much. And then, who else that she loved had never seen that Light! Daisy pushed aside her tears, and tried to drink her tea; but at last she gave it up. Her spoon fell into her saucer, and she lay down, and hid her face in the pillow. The black woman stood, with a strange grave look, and with watering eyes, silent for a little time; holding Daisy's tray in her hands, and waiting.