"How can you? Keep your shield before it, my bairn. What is your shield for? The Lord has given you a great strong shield, big enough to cover you from head to foot, if your hands know how to manage it."
"What is that, Miss Cardigan?"
"The shield of faith, dear. Only believe. According to your faith be it unto you."
"Believe what?" I asked, lifting my head at last.
"Believe that if you are a weak little soldier, your Captain knows all about it; and any fight that you go into for His sake, He will bear you through. I don't care what. Any fight, Daisy."
"But I got impatient," I said, "at the girls' way of talking."
"And perhaps you were a wee bit set up in your heart because you got the prize of the day."
"Proud!" said I.
"Don't it look like it? Even proud of being a Christian, mayhap."
"Could I!" I said. "Was I?"