Miss Cardigan looked at me again, and then did what I had not expected; she took my head between her two hands and kissed me. Not loosing her hold, she looked into my face.
"What is it, my pet?"
"Miss Cardigan," I said, "can any one be a Christian and yet—yet—"
"Do something unworthy a Christian?" she said. "I wot well they can! But then, they are weak Christians."
I knew that before. But somehow, hearing her say it brought the shame and the sorrow more fresh to the surface. The tears came. Miss Cardigan pulled me into the next room and sat down, drawing me into her arms; and I wept there with her arms about me.
"What then, Daisy?" she asked at length, as if the suspense pained her.
"I acted so, Miss Cardigan," I said; and I told her all about it.
"So the devil has found a weak spot in your armour," she said. "You must guard it well, Daisy."
"How can I?"