"He said so. Are you going to write it over again?"
"No," I said. "But then, may one have anything one asks for."
"Anything in the world—if it is not contrary to His will—provided we ask in faith, nothing doubting. 'For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea, driven with the wind and tossed. For let not that man think that he shall receive anything of the Lord.'"
"But how can we know what is according to His will?"
"This is, at any rate," said Miss Cardigan; "for He has commanded us to be holy as He is holy."
"But—other things?" I said. "How can one ask for everything 'in faith, nothing wavering?' How can one be sure?"
"Only just this one way, Daisy, my dear," Miss Cardigan answered; and I remember to this day the accent of her native land which touched every word. "If ye're wholly the Lord's—wholly, mind,—ye'll not like aught but what the Lord likes; ye'll know what to ask for, and ye'll know the Lord will give it
to you:—that is, if ye want it enough. But a 'double-minded man is unstable in all his ways;' and his prayers can't hit the mark, no more than a gun that's twisted when it's going off."
"Then,"—I began and stopped, looking at her with my eyes full of tears.
"Ay," she said,—"just so. There's no need that you nor me should be under the power of the evil one, for we're free. The Lord's words arn't too good to be true: every one of 'em is as high as heaven; and there isn't a sin nor an enemy but you and I may be safe from, if we trust the Lord."