Juanita went about her business too noiselessly to induce even those closed eyelids to open. She fetched a tolerably large clothes-horse from somewhere--some shed or out-building; this she set at the foot of the couch, and hung an old large green moreen curtain over it. Where the curtain came from, one of Mrs. Benoit's great locked chests knew; there were two or three such chests in the inner room, with more treasures than a green moreen curtain stowed away in them. The curtain was too large for the clothes-horse to hold up; it lay over the floor. Juanita got screws and cords; fixed one screw in the wall, another in the ceiling, and at last succeeded in stretching the curtain neatly on the cords and the clothes-horse, where she wanted it to hang. That was done; and Daisy's couch was quite sheltered from any eyes coming to the door that had no business to come further. When it was finished, and the screws and cords put away, Juanita came to Daisy's side. The eyes were open now. "That is nice," said Daisy. "It'll keep you by yourself, my little lady. Now what will she have?" "Nothing--only I am thirsty," said Daisy. Juanita went to the well for some cold water, and mixed with it a spoonful of currant jelly. It was refreshing to the poor little dry lips. "What will my love have next?" "I don't know," said Daisy--"my foot aches a good deal, and all my leg. I think--Juanita--I would like it if you would read to me." Juanita took a somewhat careful survey of her, felt her hands, and finally got the book. "Is there too much air for my love from that window?" "No, it is nice," said Daisy. "I can see the stars so beautifully, with the clouds driving over the sky. Every now and then they get between me and the stars--and then the stars look out again so bright. They seem almost right over me. Please read, Juanita." Mrs. Benoit did not consider that it made much difference to Daisy where she read; so she took the chapter that came next in the course of her own going through the New Testament. It was the eighth chapter of Mark. She read very pleasantly; not like a common person; and with a slight French accent. Her voice was always sweet, and the words came through it as loved words. It was very pleasant to Daisy to hear her; the long chapter was not interrupted by any remark. But when Mrs. Benoit paused at the end of it, Daisy said, "How can anybody be ashamed of him, Juanita?" The last verse of the chapter has these words-- "Whosoever therefore shall be ashamed of me, and of my words, in this adulterous and sinful generation; of him also shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he cometh in the glory of his Father with the holy angels." "How _can_ anybody be ashamed of him, Juanita?" "They not see the glory of the Lord, my lady." "But _we_ do not see it yet." "My love will see it. Juanita has seen it. This little house be all full of glory sometimes, when Jesus is here." "But that is because you love him, Juanita."