June would not gaze, but she looked and looked, as she could, by glances; and nearly worshipped her little mistress in her heart.

She thought it almost ominous and awful to see a child read the Bible so.

For Daisy looked at it with loving eyes, as at words that were a pleasure to her.

It was no duty-work, that reading.

At last Daisy shut the book, to June's relief.
"June, I want to see my old things.