"Remembered? What was it you remembered?" she said very tenderly; for I believe my eyes had filled again.
"When I remembered what I was heir to."
"And ye didn't have your inheritance all in the future, I trust?" said my old friend. "There's crumbs to be gotten even now from that feast; ye didn't go starving, my bairn?"
"I hadn't much to help me, Miss Cardigan, except the Lord's wonderful world which He has made. That helped me."
"And ye had a crumb of joy now and then?"
"I had more than crumbs sometimes," I said, with a sober looking back over the years.
"And it is my own living Daisy and not an image of her? You are not spoiled a bit, my bairn?"
"Maybe I am," I said, smiling at her. "How do I know?"
"There's a look in your eyes which says you are not," she said with a sort of long breath; "and I know not how you have escaped it. Child! the forces which have assailed you have beaten down many a one. It's only to be strong in the Lord, to be sure; but we are lured away from our strength, sometimes, and then we fall; and we are lured easily."
"Perhaps not when the battle is so very hard to fight, dear
Miss Cardigan."