Till the sound of the carriage wheels had died away in the distance, Juanita stood at the door looking after them; although the trees and the darkness prevented her seeing anything along the road further than a few yards.

When the rustle of the breeze among the branches was the only thing left to hear, beside the dripping of the rain drops shaken from the leaves, Juanita shut the door and came to Daisy.

The child was lying white and still, with her eyes closed.

Very white and thin the little face looked, indeed; and under each eyelid lay a tear glistening, that had forced its way so far into notice.

Juanita said not a word just then; she bustled about and made herself busy.