Juanita quite well understood what was meant by the little pauses and qualifying clauses of this statement.  She passed them over.

But Daisy shed a good many tears during Juanita’s prayer that night.  I do not know if the black woman shed any; but I know that some time afterwards and until late in the night, she knelt again by Daisy’s bedside, while a whisper of prayer, too soft to arouse the child’s slumbers, just chimed with the flutter and rustle of the leaves outside of the window moving in the night breeze.

[Illustration:  THE DOCTOR’S TRILOBITE.]