"I know the girl you mean," said Maureen. "Once I hated her myself."
"Did you really! I didn't think angels could hate."
"Well, I hated her."
"Poor thing! It must have been awful when you hated her."
"It was very had for me. I don't hate her or anybody now. The other thing is so much nicer."
"What other thing, White Angel?"
"Why, of course, Love—beautiful, golden Love. Suppose you and I begin to try that glorious thing."
"I'm very weak," said Daisy, "and hot, hot, oh, so hot. Do you think, White Angel, they would let me in at the Golden Gates, if I cease to hate her, the monster they call Maureen?"
"I think so. I'll ask the good Lord about it. You are too weak to pray. Lean on me."
"Oh, I will—I will! It's easy to love you, White Angel. Promise me one thing, please. You won't leave me any more forever! You won't let me go to sleep and then slip away."