Peggy looked troubled, but for once her tongue failed her.
Mrs. Dale went on—
"A patient must always believe in their doctor, Peggy, must they not? And they must be ready to take the medicine he gives them."
"In course they must, please 'm."
"And there are some people, Peggy, who find it difficult to get back the belief they once had. They would like to cure themselves if they knew how; they can't throw off their own efforts, and do nothing."
"Like the leper capting," said Peggy thoughtfully. "He was in a temper, when he was told he must just wash hisself."
"You know your Bible well."
And Mrs. Dale gave a little weary sigh.
"Please 'm, isn't your head a little better?"
"I think it is, but I can't talk any more. Do you think your Soul Doctor, Peggy, would take a patient that had spoken against Him—slandered Him, in fact—a patient that had once been to Him, and then had handed her case over to His enemy to take care of?"