When it was ended, Juanita went about her room for a little while, making certain arrangements that she foresaw would be necessary; then came and sat down.

All this while the storm had been furious; the lightning hardly ceased, or the thunder, and both were near; but the two inmates of the little cottage seemed hardly to be conscious what was going on outside its walls.

There was a slight lessening now of the storm's fury.
"Has it gone well with my little lady then, since she gave Juanita the rose branch ?" This was the new opening of conversation.

Daisy hesitated a little what to answer; not for want of confidence, for there was something about the fine old woman that had won her completely.
"I don't know"-- she said at length, slowly.

"It has been very hard to do right, Juanita." "But has my little lady kept her Lord's words ?" "Yes, Juanita, I did; but I don't know whether I should, if it hadn't been for what you said." "And did she meet the trouble too ?" Juanita saw that she had, for a flush rose on Daisy's poor pale cheeks, and her face was strangely grave.