"If it would do a great deal of good—wouldn't that make it right to do something?"
"Right to do something that the Lord say not do?"
"Yes."
"If you love Jesus, you not talk so," said Juanita sorrowfully. But that made Daisy give way altogether.
"O I do love him!—I do love him!" she cried;—"but I don't know what to do." And tears came in a torrent. Juanita was watchful and thoughtful. When Daisy had very soon checked herself, she said in the same low, gentle way in which she had before spoken, "What do the Lord say—to do that some good thing,—or to keep his words?"
"To keep his words."
"Then keep 'em—and the Lord will do the good thing himself; that same or another. He can do what he please; and he tell you, only keep his words. He want you to shew you love him—and he tell you how."
Daisy sat quite still to let the tears pass away and the struggle in her heart grow calm; then when she could safely she looked up. She met Juanita's eye. It was fixed on her.
"Is the way straight now?" she asked. Daisy nodded, with a little bit of a smile on her poor little lips.
"But there is trouble in the way?" said Juanita.