"Don't feel nothing, Miss Daisy." "Quite back, June, under everything--" "Why, Miss Daisy, it's tucked away as though you didn't mean nobody should never find it!" Precisely what Daisy did mean.

But there it was, safe enough--Mr.
Dinwiddie's Bible.

Daisy's hands and eyes welcomed it.

She asked for nothing more in a good while after that; and June curiously watched her, with immense reverence.

The thin pale little face, a little turned from the light, so that she could see better; the intent eyes; the wise little mouth, where childish innocence and oldish prudence made a queer meeting; the slim little fingers that held the book; above all, the sweet calm of the face.