"But I feel as if I had no home anywhere," I said with a burst of tears which were a great mercy to me at the time. The stricture upon my heart had like to have taken away my breath. Miss Cardigan let me weep, saying sympathy with the tender touch of her soft hand; no otherwise. And then I could lift myself up and face life again.
"You have not forgotten your Lord, Daisy?" she said at length, when she saw me quiet. I looked at her and smiled my answer, though it must have been a sober smile.
"I see," she said; "you have not. But how was it, so far away, my bairn? Weren't you tempted?"
"No, dear Miss Cardigan. What could tempt me?"
"The world, child. Its baits of pleasure and pride and power.
Did they never take hold on ye, Daisy?"
"My pleasure I had left at home," I said. "No, that is not quite true. I had the pleasure of being with papa and mamma; and of seeing a great deal of beauty, too. And I had pleasure in Palestine, Miss Cardigan; but it was not the sort to tempt me to forget anything good."
"And pride?" said the old lady.
"Why do you ask me?"
"You're so bonny, my darling. You ken you are; and other folks know it."
"Pride? Yes, it tempted me a little," I said; "but it could not for long, Miss Cardigan, when I remembered."