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"Yes." "Then think again and tell me whether you, as a man of the world, can for a moment imagine that Juanita's chance of happiness would be greater in the convent whether the Church could make her happier than you could if you give her the opportunity of leading the life that God created her for." Marcos made no answer. And oddly enough Sarrion seemed to expect none.
The doctor stood quiet and looked at Daisy, waiting for her to say what she would like. Now Daisy knew, that of all hands which had touched her, the doctor's and Juanita's were far the best; and of those two, the doctor's; perhaps because he was the strongest. Her father was very kind and tender, but he did not understand the business. "I should like Dr.
"The gentleman is gone for the doctor, to see to the hurt foot. How is it now, dear?" "It hurts me a good deal." Juanita's first business was to take off the stocking; this could only be done by cutting it down. When it was removed, a very sorrowful-looking little foot was seen. Juanita covered it up lightly, and then turned her attention again to Daisy's pale face.
Should we discover my uncle, it would be a great relief to him to know that his daughter was in comparative safety. Juanita's position, however, was far from pleasant: though she had her brother, her uncle, and me, there was no female in the fort to attend on her, and the best accommodation which could be provided was rough in the extreme. How to proceed was now the question.
Juanita's constant habit of thankfulness and of expressing her thankfulness, during the weeks Daisy had spent with her had gone down into the child's heart. With every meal, though taken by herself all alone, Daisy had seen the old woman acknowledging gratefully from whose hand she got it. And with other things beside meals; and it had seemed sweet and pleasant to Daisy to do so.
While he had been laughing, Daisy had been trying to get command of herself, and to get her throat clear for talking; there had been a very uncomfortable thick feeling in it at first. Now she answered with simple dignity and soberness, "I did not know, Mr. McFarlane, but you meant Juanita's prayers." "Does she pray?" said Gary, innocently. "Yes." "Long prayers, Daisy?" "Yes," unwillingly now.
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."
"Nothing only I am so glad now that my foot is hurt." Juanita's thanksgiving rose to her lips again, but this time she only whispered it; turning away, perhaps to hide the moisture which had sprung to her eyes. For she understood more of the case than Daisy's few words would have told most people. Meantime Capt.
"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.
When this happened it was put in the Juanita's log. "So the Cap'n be still harpin' on that?" he said, "Miss Jinny, he's just plumb crazy on a pilot's qualifications." "He says that you are the best pilot on the river, but I don't believe it," said Virginia. William cackled again.
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