"As we have opportunity, let us do good unto all men." There was a little warm drop of comfort in Daisy's heart as she drove away. If she could not go to Sunday-school herself, she might teach somebody else yet more needy; that would be the next best thing. Sunday afternoon--it looked bright to Daisy; but then her heart sank; Sunday evening would be near. What should she do? She could not settle it in her mind what was right; between her mother's anger and her father's love, Daisy could not see what was just the plumb line of duty. Singing would gain a hundred dollars' worth of good; and not singing would disobey her mother and displease her father; but then came the words of one that Daisy honoured more than father and mother--"Remember that thou keep holy the Sabbath day;" and she could not tell what to do. CHAPTER XIII. Daisy had gone but a little way out of the village, when she suddenly pulled up. Sam was at the side of the chaise immediately. "Sam, I want a glass of water; where can I get it?" "Guess at Mrs. Benoit's, Miss Daisy. There's a fine spring of cold water." "Who is Mrs. Benoit?" "It's Juanita--Miss Daisy has heard of Mrs. St. Leonard's Juanita. Mr. St. Leonard built a house for her,--just the other side o' them trees." Daisy knew who Juanita was. She had been brought from the West Indies by the mother of one of the gentlemen who lived in the neighbourhood; and upon the death of her mistress had been established in a little house of her own. Daisy judged that she would be quite safe in going there for water. "If I turn into that road, can I go home round that way, Sam?" "You can, Miss Daisy; but it's a ways longer." "I like that," said Daisy. She turned up the road that led behind the trees, and presently saw Juanita's cottage. A little grey stone house, low-roofed, standing at the very edge of a piece of woodland, and some little distance back from the road. Daisy saw the old woman sitting on her doorstep. A grassy slope stretched down from the house to the road. The sun shone up against the grey cottage. "You take care of Loupe, Sam, and I'll go in," said Daisy. A plan which probably disappointed Sam, but Daisy did not know that. She went through a little wicket and up the path. Juanita did not look like the blacks she had been accustomed to see. _Black_ she was not, but of a fine olive dark skin; and though certainly old, she was still straight and tall and very fine in her appearance and bearing. Daisy could see this but partially while Juanita was sitting at her door; she was more struck by the very grave look her face wore just then. It was not turned towards her little visiter, and Daisy got the impression that she must be feeling unhappy.