"But you've written that it can be done in half an hour. Do you know some people spend a lifetime in seeking peace for their souls. It is a tremendous transaction."
Peggy was silent for a minute; then tears began to gather slowly in her big blue eyes. "Please 'm I thought Jesus Christ was ready always. Teacher told me he wouldn't keep us waitin'. And, please 'm, I thought p'raps she might think she'd be too busy to see to it. I didn't go for to mean to play at it, please 'm, I really didn't!"
"You can't tie those kind of things down to time. It is irreverent," persisted Joyce, ignoring the tears.
"I warn't more nor harf an hour with teacher," sobbed Peggy. "She kep' me back one Sunday 'cause I spoke to her. But I won't say nothin' about time, please 'm. Only mayn't I put 'It won't take long if you put your mind to it?'"
"You're a very little girl to be sending these messages to grown-up people," said Joyce, eyeing her gravely.
But Peggy in an instant smiled so radiantly that Joyce felt quite nonplussed.
"Yes 'm, like the little maid in the Bible sent the leper capting to be cured. That's why, please 'm!"
Joyce left her.
"Peggy," she informed her sister, "is above and beyond me altogether!"