"Oh, but I must have it," said Daisy, and she gave a fierce grab.
Maureen restrained a scream of pain, then, stifling all emotion by means of a heroism worthy of her nature, she laid both the wounded and the whole hand on Daisy's.
"I'm not going to die, am I?" asked Daisy.
"Not if I can keep you alive, dear, but—Daisy, it is very beautiful in Heaven."
"You live there, don't you?"
"In spirit, yes," replied Maureen.
"Talk about it," said Daisy. "Keep on talking. Do they let naughty girls in?"
"Yes, undoubtedly; those who repent."
"But I—I have been shocking bad," replied Daisy, "and even now there is a girl whom I hate—hate—hate!"