"
"Jesus knows I love him--" repeated the child.
"Miss Daisy, he knowed it before--he's the Lord."
"Yes, but--he wants people to _shew_ they love him, June."
"Do, don't! Miss Daisy," said June half crying. "Can't ye go to sleep?
Do, now!"
It was but three minutes more, and Daisy had complied with her request.
June watched and saw that the sleep was real; went about the room on her
noiseless feet; came back to Daisy's bed, and finally went off for her
own pillow, with which she lay down on the matting at the foot of the
bed, and there passed the remainder of the night.
CHAPTER XV.
The sun was shining bright the next morning, and Daisy sat on one of the
seats under the trees, half in sunshine, half in shadow. It was after
breakfast, and she had been scarcely seen or heard that morning before.
Ransom, came up.
"Daisy, do you want to go fishing?"
"No, I think not."
"You don't! What are you going to do?"
"I am not going to do anything."
"I don't believe it. What ails you? Mother said I was to ask you--and
there you sit like a wet feather.
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