Mrs.Benoit was privately glad to have him out of the way.

She brought water and bathed Daisy's face and hands, and gave her a delicate breakfast of orange; and contrived to be a long while about it all, so as to rest and refresh her as much as possible.

But when it was all done, Daisy was very hot and weary and in much pain.

And the sun was only in the tops of the trees yet.

The black woman, stood considering her.
"It will be a hot day, Miss Daisy--and my little lady is suffering already, when the dew is not dried off the grass.