The eyelids closed, and Juanita's stealthy examination found that quiet soft breathing was really proving her fast asleep.

The singing ceased; and for a while nothing was to be heard in the cottage but the low rush and rustle of the wind which had driven away the storm clouds, and the patter of a dislodged rain drop or two that were shaken from the leaves.
Daisy's breathing was too soft to be heard, and Juanita almost held her own lest it should be too soon disturbed.

But the pain of the hurt foot and ankle would not suffer a long sleep.

Daisy waked up with a sigh.
"Are you there, Juanita ?" "I am here." "What o'clock is it ?" Juanita drew back the curtain of the window by Daisy's couch, that the moonlight might fall in and shew the face of the little clock.

It was midnight.
"It won't be morning in a great while, will it ?" said Daisy.
"Does my lady want morning ?" "My foot hurts me dreadfully, Juanita--the pain shoots and jumps all up my leg.