Now she must not talk no more, but trust the Lord, and go to sleep." "I can't sleep, Juanita--my leg aches so." "That will be better.

Is my love thirsty again ?" "Very thirsty! I wish I had some oranges." "They would be good," said Juanita, bringing another glass of jelly and water for Daisy.

And then she sat down and sang softly; hymns in French and English; sweet and low, and soothing in their simple and sometimes wild melody.

They soothed Daisy.

After a time, wearied and exhausted by all her long day of trial, she did forget pain in slumber.