"Susy is the bravest girl in the whole world I believe, isn't she, Miss Bertha? I think she's quite as brave as Joan of Arc!"
Miss Bertha gave one of her happy laughs.
"And what about you, Childie?"
"Oh, I couldn't do it!"
Christina's tone was passionate in its earnestness.
"If I was to find myself turned into Susy, I should run away as fast as I could from my father, and that would be dreadfully wicked, wouldn't it?"
"Then, darling, what made you go up to him as you did?"
"Oh, but that was different. Oh, Miss Bertha, he was killing poor Susy; I really thought he was. I had to get her away from him. How could I help going?"
Miss Bertha was silent, then she laid her hand on Christina's head and said very softly and reverently:
"'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends!' You understand that principle, Childie. We must not let any one call you a little coward after this."