"Then why should you think it was in Poppie?"
"I think perhaps David didn't know better."
"And you think Poppie ought to know better than David?"
"Why, you see, sir, if I'm right, as I fancy, David lived before our Saviour came into the world to teach us better."
"And so you think Poppie more responsible than a man like David, who loved God as not one Christian in a million, notwithstanding that the Saviour is come, has learned to love him yet? A man may love God, and pray against his enemies. Mind you, I'm not sure that David hated them. I know he did not love them, but I am not sure that he hated them. And I am sure Poppie did not hate hers, for she gave the little rascal her coppers, you know."
"Thank you, sir," said Spelt, grateful to the heart's core that Mr. Fuller stood up for Poppie.
"Do you think God heard David's prayers, against his enemies?" resumed Mr. Fuller.
"He gave him victory over them, anyhow."
"And God gave Poppie the victory, too. I think God heard Poppie's prayer. And Poppie will be the better for it. She'll pray for a different sort of thing before she's done praying. It is a good thing to pray to God for anything. It is a grand thing to begin to pray."
"I wish you would try and teach her something, sir. I have tried and tried, and I don't know what to do more. I don't seem to get anything into her."