"Only, that I believe in my soul Daisy takes her orders from higher authority than we do. And I have seen to-day--I declare! I have seen a style of obedience and soldierly following, that would win any sort of a field--ay, and die in it!" added the Captain musingly. "It is the sort of thing that gets promotion from the ranks." "How did all this happen to-day?" asked Mr. Randolph, as the lady was now silent. "I have heard only a bit of it." In answer to which, Capt. Drummond went into the details of the whole day's experience; told it point by point, and bit by bit; having a benevolent willingness that Daisy's father and mother should know, if they would, with what sort of a spirit they were dealing. He told the whole story; and nobody interrupted him. "It is one thing," said the Captain thoughtfully as he concluded,--"it is one thing to kneel very devoutly and say after the minister, 'Lord, have mercy upon us, and write all these laws in our hearts;'--I have done that myself; but it gives one an entirely different feeling to see some one in whose heart they are written!" "There is only one thing left for you, Capt. Drummond," said Mrs. Randolph slightly; "to quit the army and take orders." "I am afraid, if I did, you would never want to see me settled in Mr. Pyne's little church over here," the Captain answered, as he helped the lady to alight at her own door. "Not till Daisy is safely married," said Mrs. Randolph laughing. CHAPTER XVI. Till the sound of the carriage wheels had died away in the distance, Juanita stood at the door looking after them; although the trees and the darkness prevented her seeing anything along the road further than a few yards. When the rustle of the breeze among the branches was the only thing left to hear, beside the dripping of the rain drops shaken from the leaves, Juanita shut the door and came to Daisy. The child was lying white and still, with her eyes closed. Very white and thin the little face looked, indeed; and under each eyelid lay a tear glistening, that had forced its way so far into notice. Juanita said not a word just then; she bustled about and made herself busy. Not that Juanita's busy ways were ever bustling in reality; she was too good a nurse for that; but she had several things to do. The first was to put up a screen at the foot of Daisy's couch. She lay just a few feet from the door, and everybody coming to the door and having it opened, could look in if he pleased; and so Daisy would have no privacy at all. That would not do; Juanita's wits went to work to mend the matter. Her little house had been never intended for more than one person. There was another room in it, to be sure, where Mrs. Benoit's own bed was; so that Daisy could have the use and possession of this outer room all to herself.