"Trust Him, how, Juanita."
"That He do no harm to His little child."
"Oh, it isn't me, Juanita " Daisy said, with a very tender and sad accent.
"When Joseph my love knows the story when he was sold away from his father and home, to be servant of strangers far off maybe he thought it was hard times. But the Lord meant it for good, and the father and the child came together again, in a happy day."
Daisy rose up, or rather raised her head, and looked steadily in her friend's face as if to see what this might mean.
"The Lord knoweth them that trust in Him," said the black woman.
Daisy's head went down again; and there was a long silence. It was broken at last by Juanita's offering her some refreshment; and then Daisy started up to the business on hand. She explained to Juanita where she was staying, and what she had that morning to do. Meanwhile Juanita made her take some bread and milk.
"So how much must I get, Juanita? can you tell me? how much for two little frocks, and two little petticoats, and one suit of boy's clothes?"
"My love knows, it must be accordin' to the stuff. If the stuff narrow, she want more; if wide, she want less."
"Then you cannot tell me; and Mrs. Sandford could not either. And I cannot tell. What shall I do?"