"You can bear to wait a little longer and study wonderful things from your window?" "O yes, sir! I think I can do it better here than at home, because my bed is so close to the window, I can look right out." "I shall not let you be moved just yet, Daisy. Good night. I will see--what's her name?" "Harbonner--Hephzibah Harbonner." "Good night." And Daisy watched the doctor as he went down the path, mounted his horse and rode away, with great admiration; thinking how handsome and how clever and how chivalric he was. Daisy did not use that word in thinking of him; nevertheless his skilful nursing and his taking up her cause so effectually had made a great impression upon her. She was greatly comforted. Juanita, watching her face, saw that it looked so; there was even a dawning smile upon Daisy's lips at one time. It faded however into a deep gravity; and one or two long drawn breaths told of heavy thoughts. "What troubles has my love?" said the old woman. Daisy turned her head quick round from the window, and smiled a very sweet smile in her face. "I was thinking, Juanita." "My little lady has a cloud come over her again." "Yes, Juanita, I think I have. O Juanita, I might tell you! What shall I do, when everybody wants me to do what--what I don't think is right? What shall I do, Juanita? I don't know what I shall do." "Suppose Miss Daisy take the Bible to her pa'--Miss Daisy knows what her pa' promised." "So he did, Juanita! thank you. I had forgotten that." In five minutes more Daisy was fast asleep. The black woman stood looking at her. There was no cloud on the little face now, but the signs of the day's work were there. Pale cheeks, and weary features, and the tokens of past tears. Juanita stood and looked, and twinkled away one or two from her own eye-lashes; and then knelt down at the head of the bed and began a whispered prayer. A prayer for the little child before her, in which her heart poured itself out, that she might be kept from evil, and might walk in the straight path, and never be tempted or driven from it. Juanita's voice grew louder than a whisper in her earnestness; but Daisy slept on. CHAPTER XX. The next day was an exceedingly hot and sultry one. Daisy had no visiters until quite late in the afternoon; however it was a peaceful day. She lay quiet and happy, and Juanita was quite as well contented that the house should be empty and they two alone. Late in the afternoon, Preston came. "Well my dear little Daisy! so you are coming home" "Am I?" said Daisy. "To be sure; and your foot is going to get well, and we are going to have all sorts of grand doings for you." "My foot _is_ getting well." "Certainly. Don't be a Quaker, Daisy." "What sort of doings are you going to have, Preston?" "First thing--as soon as you are well enough for it--we are going to have a grand pic-nic party to Silver Lake." "Silver Lake? what, on the other side of the river?" "Yes."