Juanita rose however with great willingness to get the water, and asked Daisy into her house. Daisy dared not, after her father's prohibition, go in, and she stood at the door till the water was brought. Then with a strong feeling of kindness towards the lonely and perhaps sorrowful old woman, and remembering to "do good as she had opportunity," Daisy suddenly offered her the beautiful rose-branch. "Does the lady think I want pay for a glass of water?" said the woman, with a smile that was extremely winning. "No," said Daisy,--"but I thought, perhaps, you liked flowers." "There's another sort of flowers that the Lord likes,"--said the woman looking at her; "they be his little children." Daisy's heart was tender, and there was something in Juanita's face that won her confidence. Instead of turning away, she folded her hands unconsciously and said, more wistfully than she knew, "I want to be one!" "Does my little lady know the Lord Jesus?" said the woman, with a bright light coming into her eye. Daisy's heart was sore as well as tender; the question touched two things,--the joy that she did know him, and the trouble that following him had cost her; she burst into tears. Then turning away and with a great effort throwing off the tears, she went back to the chaise. There stood Sam with the pony's foot in his hand. "Miss Daisy, this fellow has kicked one of his shoes half off; he can't go home so; it's hanging. Could Miss Daisy stop a little while at Mrs. Benoit's, I could take the pony to the blacksmith's--it ain't but a very little ways off--and get it put on, in a few minutes." "Well, do, Sam,"--said Daisy after she had looked at the matter; and while he took Loupe out of harness she turned back to Juanita. "What is gone wrong?" said the old woman. "Nothing is wrong," said Daisy; "only the pony has got his shoe off, and the boy is taking him to the blacksmith's." "Will my lady come into my house?" "No, thank you. I'll stay here." The woman brought out a low chair for her and set it on the grass; and took herself her former place on the sill of the door. She looked earnestly at Daisy; and Daisy on her part had noticed the fine carriage of the woman, her pleasant features, and the bright handkerchief which made her turban. Through the open door she could see the neat order of the room within, and her eye caught some shells arranged on shelves; but Daisy did not like to look, and she turned away. She met Juanita's eye; she felt she must speak. "This is a pleasant place." "Why does my lady think so?" "It looks pleasant," said Daisy. "It is nice. The grass is pretty, and the trees; and it is a pretty little house, I think." The woman smiled. "I think it be a palace of beauty," she said,--"for Jesus is here." Daisy looked, a little wondering but entirely respectful; the whole aspect of Juanita commanded that. "Does my little lady know, that the presence of the King makes a poor house fine?"