’"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth."’—­

The doctor stopped and looked down at that face of Daisy looking up at him.  He waited.

“I did not use to think how much all that meant,” said Daisy humbly.  The doctor went on.

He went on with the grand, majestic words of the story, which sounded very strange to Daisy from his lips, but very grand; till he came to the fourteenth verse. ’"And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:  and let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven, to give light upon the earth:  and it was so."’ The doctor looked at Daisy again.

“There,” said she, “that is very different now from what it used to be—­I didn’t know what sort of lights those were; it’s a great deal more wonderful now.  Won’t you read on a little further?”

“’And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night; he made the stars also.  And God set them in the firmament of the heaven, to give light upon the earth, and to rule over the day, and over the night, and to divide the light from the darkness:  and God saw that it was good.’”

“That is what I mean,” said Daisy, as the doctor paused.  “I never knew before what those ‘lights’ meant—­I thought the sun was—­I don’t know what; I didn’t think much about it; but now I never shall forget again.  I know now what sort of a light was made to rule the day; and I don’t wonder—­”

“Do not wonder what, Daisy?”

“I do not wonder that God said that it was good.  I am so much obliged to you for telling me about it.”

“Never heard a more satisfactory application of knowledge in my life,”—­the doctor remarked with a smile as he handed back the Bible to Mrs. Benoit.  And then he and Preston went off; but Daisy lay long very thoughtfully looking after them out of her window.  Till the sound of the horses’ feet was far out of hearing Daisy lay there looking into the evening.  She did not stir till Mrs. Benoit brought her supper.

“Isn’t it wonderful, Juanita,” she said with a long drawn breath, “how the sun divides the light from the darkness?”

“Most things is wonderful, that the Lord makes,” answered the black woman.

“Are they?” said Daisy.

“But what makes my love sigh?” said Juanita anxiously; for Daisy’s face had not brightened up, though she was taking her tea.  Daisy looked at her.

“O Juanita!” she said,—­“I am afraid that Dr. Sandford is in the darkness!”

“Where the sun don’t shine it be darkness, sure!” said Juanita.  “And he do not see the Light of the world, Miss Daisy.”

Daisy’s eyes filled, filled.  She liked Dr. Sandford very much.  And then who else that she loved had never seen that Light!  Daisy pushed aside her tears and tried to drink her tea; but at last she gave it up.  Her spoon fell into her saucer and she lay down and hid her face in the pillow.  The black woman stood with a strange grave look and with watering eyes, silent for a little time; holding Daisy’s tray in her hands and waiting.