He took a chair and set it in the open doorway, using the door-post as a rest for his head; and then the cottage was silent.
The wind breathed more gently; the stars shone out; the air was soft after the storm; the moonlight made a bright flicker of light and shade over all the outer world.

Now and then a grasshopper chirruped, or a little bird murmured a few twittering notes at being disturbed in its sleep; and then came a soft sigh from Daisy.
On noiseless foot the black woman stole to the couch.

Daisy was weeping; her tears were pouring out and making a great wet spot on her pillow.
"Is my love in pain ?" whispered the black woman.
"It's nothing--I can't help it," said Daisy.
"Where is it--in the foot ?" "It's all over, I think; in my head and everywhere.

Hush, Juanita; never mind." Mrs.Benoit, however, tried the soothing effect of a long gentle brushing of Daisy's head.

This lasted till Daisy said she could bear it no longer.