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She lay just a few feet from the door, and everybody coming to the door and having it opened, could look in if he pleased; and so Daisy would have no privacy at all. That would not do; Juanita's wits went to work to mend the matter. Her little house had been never intended for more than one person. There was another room in it, to be sure, where Mrs.
"Oh mamma! " said Daisy. But she stopped short; and Mrs. Randolph did not attend to her. Mr. Randolph looked round to see Juanita's answer. "My lady shall put here who she will please," the woman said, standing before her visiters with the most unruffled face and demeanour. "And you will leave me the house at once?" "No, my lady. My lady shall have the house. Juanita will not be in the way."
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. The next day was an exceedingly hot and sultry one.
It was the day for the monthly supper and evening-bridge of the Jolly Seventeen, but Carol dared not go. She sat alone. THE house was haunted, long before evening. Shadows slipped down the walls and waited behind every chair. Did that door move? No. She wouldn't go to the Jolly Seventeen. She hadn't energy enough to caper before them, to smile blandly at Juanita's rudeness. Not today.
Then tea came in, and Daisy was well petted. It was very pleasant to have it so; after the silence and quiet of Juanita's little cottage, the lights and dresses and people and silver urn and tea service and flowers made quite a picture. Flowers had been in the cottage too, but not such wealth of them.
Juanita, very much startled, sat down and drew the child into her arms, so far as she could; for Daisy had sunk on her knees, and with her face in Juanita's lap was weeping all her heart out. Mrs. Benoit hardly knew how to ask questions. "Why must not Miss Daisy see her papa?" "I don't know! I suppose he's not well enough." Juanita breathed more freely. "Let us pray for him, Miss Daisy."
"Juanita," he said, and paused. "She is no longer a child. One hopes that she may have a happy life ... seeing that so many do not." Sarrion made no answer. "We are not weaklings," continued Mon lightly. "You, and Marcos and I. We may sweat and toil as we will but believe me, there is more power in Juanita's little finger. It is the casting vote amigo the casting vote."
"Juanita" Daisy spoke without raising her head "I want to please him most." "How Miss Daisy think she do that?" Daisy's tears now, for some reason, came evidently, and abundantly. She wept more freely in Juanita's lap than she would have done before father or mother. The black woman let her alone, and there was silent counsel-taking between Daisy and her tears for some time.
When the news had been told and their enthusiasm had slackened she looked about and was proud to be able to point out a senator, to explain the cleverness of the canopied garden. She fancied that a man with dinner-coat and waxed mustache glanced superciliously at Harry's highly form-fitting bright-brown suit and Juanita's tan silk frock, which was doubtful at the seams.
It was very unconsciously on her part that the tone of these two words conveyed a whole volume of information to Juanita's keen wits. It was no accent of joy, like that which had announced her father last night; neither was it fear or dread; yet the indefinable expression of the two words said that "mamma" had been a trouble in Daisy's life, and might be again.
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