“Oh, sir! Would you have it burning your heart to all eternity? Give it up, sir, and take the treasure thief never stole.”
“Yes, Dawtie, yes! That is the true treasure!”
“And to get it we must sell all that we have!”
“He gives and withholds as He sees fit.”
“Then, when you go down into the blackness, longing for the cup you will never see more, you will complain of God that he would not give you strength to fling it from you?”
He hugged the chalice.
“Fling it from me!” he cried, fiercely. “Girl, who are you to torment me before my time!”
“Tell me, sir,” persisted Dawtie, “why does the apostle cry, 'Awake thou that sleepest!' if they couldn't move?”
“No one can move without God.”
“Therefore, seeing every one can move, it must be God giving him the power to do what he requires of him; and we are fearfully to blame not using the strength God gives us!”