"Of course," said papa, rousing himself, "the prominent thought must be the wonderful scene that was acted there eighteen hundred years ago; not the course of history before or after. Is that what you mean?"
"I mean that, papa. I mean the death of Christ. Papa, what was that for?"
"Why, as I understand it, Daisy, it was a satisfaction to the justice of God for the sins of the world. Are you going to put me through a course of theology, Daisy?"
"No, papa. But do you think it was for all the world, or only for a part of them?"
"For all, of course. The Bible words I take to be quite clear on that point, even if it were possible that it should have been otherwise."
"Then it was for you and me, papa?"
"Yes."
"And for those ignorant Moslems that live in the city now?"
"Yes, of course it was; though I think they will not have much good of it, Daisy."
"Never mind that, papa. Then it was for my old June, and for Maria and Darry and Pete and Margaret, and all the rest of our people at Magnolia?"