"Then it comes back to the first question, Mr. Murray. Suppose I am a steward, how much must I give away out of my hand?"
"If you are a good steward, your question will be different. It will rather run thus—'What does my Master want me to do with this money?' and if you are a loving servant, naturally the things which are dear to your Master's heart will be dear to yours."
"You are speaking in generals, Mr. Murray," said Flora frettedly; "come to details, and then I shall know. What objects are dear to His heart?"
"Don't you know that, Miss Flora?"
"No, I don't think I do. Please to answer, Mr. Murray, what are the objects, as you say, dear to His heart?"
"All the people He died for."
Flora paused again.
"I can't reach all those people," she said softly.
"No. Do good to all those who come within your reach."
"What sort of good?"