"Dr. Sandford is half way there--where the gentleman remembers a great brown house in the middle of the cedar trees." The Captain beat his brain to remember, thought he did, and was starting away, but turned back to see Daisy's eyes open first; fearing lest she might be alarmed if he were not by her when she came to herself. There was a bright flash and near peal of thunder at the moment. Juanita looked up. "The gentleman will not fear the storm? There is work _here_"--touching the foot. The Captain remembered that Daisy herself had directed him to the house, and dashed away again. The clouds were growing blacker every moment. In the darkening light Juanita bent over Daisy and saw her eyes open. "Does my little lady know Juanita?" Daisy sighed, looked round the room, and then seemed to recollect herself. "O I am here!" she said. "Where is Capt. Drummond?" "The gentleman is gone for the doctor, to see to the hurt foot. How is it now, dear?" "It hurts me a good deal." Juanita's first business was to take off the stocking; this could only be done by cutting it down. When it was removed, a very sorrowful-looking little foot was seen. Juanita covered it up lightly, and then turned her attention again to Daisy's pale face. "What can I give my little lady?" "I am Daisy Randolph." "What may I do for Miss Daisy? to give her some comfort." "Juanita,--I wish you would pray for me again." "What does Miss Daisy want of the Lord?" "My foot hurts me very much, and I want to be patient. And, Juanita, I want to thank him too." "What for, Miss Daisy?" "Because--I love him; and he has made me so happy." "Praise the Lord!" came with a most glad outburst from Juanita's lips; but then she knelt down, and so uttered her warm petitions for help needed and so her deep thanksgiving for help rendered, that Daisy was greatly overcome and poured out her tears as the prayer went on. When it was ended, Juanita went about her room for a little while, making certain arrangements that she foresaw would be necessary; then came and sat down. All this while the storm had been furious; the lightning hardly ceased, or the thunder, and both were near; but the two inmates of the little cottage seemed hardly to be conscious what was going on outside its walls. There was a slight lessening now of the storm's fury. "Has it gone well with my little lady then, since she gave Juanita the rose branch?" This was the new opening of conversation. Daisy hesitated a little what to answer; not for want of confidence, for there was something about the fine old woman that had won her completely. "I don't know"--she said at length, slowly. "It has been very hard to do right, Juanita." "But has my little lady kept her Lord's words?" "Yes, Juanita, I did; but I don't know whether I should, if it hadn't been for what you said." "And did she meet the trouble too?"