"And the Lord is here now,--praise his name!" "Juanita--I have been very happy to-day," said Daisy.
"Ay?
how has that been, my love ?" "Because I knew he was taking care of me.

It seemed that Jesus was so near me all the time.

Even all that dreadful ride." "The Lord is good!" said the black woman with strong expression.

"But my love must not talk." She began to sing again.
"O what shall I do, my Saviour to praise! So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace.
So good to deliver, so strong to redeem The weakest believer that hangs upon him." "O that's good, Juanita!" said Daisy.

"Hush!--Juanita, it is very late for anybody to be out riding!" "Who is out riding, Miss Daisy ?" "I don't know--I hear a horse's feet.