"It wouldn't be the first time one with as little cause had got puffed up a bit. But heavenly charity 'is not puffed up.'"
"I know that," I said and my tears started afresh.
"How shall I help it in future?" I asked after a while, during which my friend had been silent.
"Help it?" she said cheerfully. "You can't help it—but Jesus can."
"But my impatience, and—my pride," I said, very downcast.
"'Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy; when I fall I shall arise.' But there is no need you should fall, Daisy. Remember 'the Lord is able to make him stand'—may be said of every one of the Lord's people."
"But will He keep me from impatience, and take pride out of my heart? Why, I did not know it was there, Miss Cardigan."
"Did He say 'Whatsoever you shall ask in my name, I will do it?' And when He has written 'Whatsoever,' are you going to write it over and put 'anything not too hard'? Neither you nor me, Daisy?"
"Whatsoever, Miss Cardigan," I said slowly.