The white skinned race were no mark for trouble in June's mind; least of them all, her little charge.

And if white skin was no more delicate in reality than dark skin, it answered to the lash much more speakingly.
"Missus, you'll kill her!" June said, using in her agitation a carefully disused form of speech; for June was a freedwoman.

A slight turn of the whip brought the lash sharply across her wrist, with the equally sharp words, "Mind your own business!" A thrill went through the woman, like an electric spark firing a whole life-train of feeling and memory; but the lines of her face never moved, and not the stirring of a muscle told what the touch had reached, besides a few nerves.

She had done her charge no good by her officiousness, as June presently saw with grief.

It was not till Mrs.
Randolph had thoroughly satisfied her displeasure at being thwarted, and not until Daisy was utterly exhausted, that Mrs.Randolph stayed her hand.
"I will see what you will say to me next Sunday!" she remarked calmly.
And she left the room.
It was not that Mrs.Randolph did not love her daughter, in her way; for in her way she was fond of Daisy; but the habit of bearing no opposition to her authority was life-strong, and probably intensified in the present instance by perceiving that her husband was disposed to shield the offender.