"Will my love tell what she mean?"
"It is hard, Juanita. But I don't think I am quite right. I want you to tell me what to do."
Daisy's little face looked perplexed and wise. And sorry.
"What troubles my love?"
"I do not know how it was, Juanita I did not care at all about it at first; and then I began to care about it a little and now "
"What does my love care about?"
"About being dressed, Juanita; and wearing mamma's jewels, and looking like a picture."
"Will Miss Daisy tell Juanita better what she mean?"
"Why, you know, Juanita," said the child, wistfully, "they dress up the people to look like the pictures; and they have put me in some very pretty pictures; and in one I am to be beautifully dressed to look like Queen Esther with mamma's jewels all over me. And there is another little girl who would like to have that part, and I do not want to give it to her."
Juanita sat silent, looking grave and anxious. Her lips moved, but she said nothing that could be heard.