"A little child's love is so easily won. Haven't you found it so?"
"I don't know. I suppose I haven't taken the trouble. I've been too busy—thinking about other things."
"You will never be too busy again for Dot—your own little Dot. Think how much you ought to be to her—and how much you have to teach her!"
"You said so once before. I've not forgotten. I don't think I can forget. It frightens me sometimes. Pattie, did you really mean what you said—quite all that?"
"All what?"
"The other day. Don't you remember? You said to me—you said something— something about—about Dot having to know what God is, through me. It frightened me then, and it frightens me now, when I think of what you said."
"It was true. Of course it was true. Don't you see?"
"No, I don't."
"But you can't help it. God has given little Dot to you, just that you may teach her about Him—that you may show her what He is. No one in all the world can teach her as you can."
"I can't! I don't know how."