Daisy In The Field
Page 14She stopped her work to look at me.
"I am going Saturday. My guardian has sent for me. It is very
strange, Miss Cardigan; but I must go; and I thought I would
like to know in what part of the city Christian is."
"Will you write to let him know? You will, of course. Write
just as usual, child; the letter will reach him."
"Why should I, Miss Cardigan? what use? He cannot come to see
me."
"Why not?"
"I would not dare. My guardian watches me well; and he would
not like my seeing Mr. Thorold of all people."
cheeks this minute. That tells the story. Then, Daisy, you had
better not go to Washington. Christian will not bear that very
well; and it will be hard for you too. My dear, it will be
hard."
"Yes, ma'am - and hard not to go. I shall go, Miss Cardigan."
"And mayn't I tell him you are there?"
"No, ma'am. If I can, I will let him know somehow."
But a sense of the difficulties, dangers, doubts and
uncertainties, thronging my way, therewith pressed heavily
upon me; and I sat in silence and weariness, while Miss
to her greenhouse. Presently she came back with a rose in her
hand and held it under my face. It was a full dewy sweet
damask rose, rich and fragrant and lovely as such a rose can
be. I took it and looked at it.
"Do ye mind," my old friend said, "how the flowers spoke to
you and brought you messages, when Daisy was a child yet and
first came to see me?"
"I know - I remember," I said.
"Does that no tell you something?"
"What does it tell me?" I said, scarce able to command my
laying its message on my heart, though it was a flower that
bore the message. Inanimate things do that sometimes - I
think, often, - when the ear of the soul is open to hear them;
and flowers in especial are the Lord's messengers and speak
what He gives them. I knew this one spoke to me.
"Listen, and see," Miss Cardigan said.
I looked, and as I looked, these words came up in my mind "Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith?"