"Yes; but however small and common, I cannot feel that I am important, in any degree," he said, half laughing.
"We were talking of lives, and things."
"Yes. Excuse me. Well?"
"I think I see the crowns of two hats, down below, which belong to some people that we know."
"Is it they?" he exclaimed; - "and I wish they were farther off. Finish what you were going to say, Miss Daisy! Do not leave me in ignorance now, after bringing me so far."
"I can only tell you what I think," I said.
"And that is precisely what I want to hear," he answered earnestly.
"You will not agree to it, though, and I do not know that you will even understand me. Mr. Marshall, I think that nothing is insignificant which is done for God; and that everything which is not done for Him, directly or indirectly, is insignificant or worse."
"I do not understand -" he said thoughtfully. "In what sense can a thing be 'done for God?' Unless it is building a church or founding a hospital."
"Very few churches have been built for God," I said. "At least I think so."