"To take me right up. But I shall not be sick. You needn't be afraid. You needn't stay." June was too much awed to speak, and dared not disobey. She withdrew; and in her own premises stood as Daisy was doing, looking at the moonlight; much wondering that storms should pass over her little white mistress such as had often shaken her own black breast. It was mysterious. Daisy did not wish to go to sleep; and it was for fear she should, that she had crawled off the bed, trembling in every limb. For the same reason she would not touch the brandy and water. Once asleep, the next thing would be morning and waking up; she was not ready for that. So she knelt by the window and felt the calm glitter of the moonlight, and tried to pray. It was long, long since Daisy had withstood her father or mother in anything. She remembered the last time; she knew now they _would_ have her submit to them, and now she thought she must not. Daisy dared not face the coming day. She would have liked to sit up all night; but her power of keeping even upon her knees was giving way when June stole in behind her, too uneasy to wait for Daisy's ring. "Miss Daisy, you'll be surely sick to-morrow, and Mis' Randolph will think I ought to be killed." "June, didn't the minister say this morning--" "What minister?" "O it wasn't you,--it was Joanna. Where is Joanna? I want to see her." "Most likely she's going to bed, Miss Daisy." "No matter--I want to see her. Go and tell her, June--no matter if she is in her night-gown,--tell her I want to speak to her one minute." June went, and Daisy once more burst into tears. But she brushed them, aside when Joanna came back with June a few minutes after. "Joanna--didn't the minister say this morning, that when we are doing what Jesus tells us, he will help us through?" "It's true," said Joanna, looking startled and troubled at the pale little tear-stained face lifted to her;--"but I don't just know as that minister said it this morning." "Didn't he?" "Why it's true, Miss Daisy; for I've heard other ministers say it; but that one this morning was preaching about something else--don't you know?" "Was he? Didn't he say that?" "Why no, Miss Daisy; he was preaching about how rich----" "O I know!" said Daisy--"I remember; yes, it wasn't then--it was afterwards. Yes, he said it--I knew it--but it wasn't in his sermon. Thank you, Joanna--that's all; I don't want you any more." "What ails her?" whispered Joanna, when June followed her out with a light. But June knew her business better than to tell her little mistress's secrets; and her face shewed no more of them, than it shewed of her own. When she returned, Daisy was on her knees, with her face hidden in her hands, at the foot of the bed.