"Yes."
"Are you one of the good servants?"
Nora looked up very uneasily. Daisy's face was one of quiet inquiry.
Nora fidgeted.
"Daisy, I wish you would be like yourself, as you used to be, and not talk so."
"But are you, Nora?"
"No, I don't suppose I am! I couldn't do much."
"But would you like to have the King say to you what he said to the servant who had one talent and didn't do anything?"
"Daisy, I don't want to have you talk to me about it," said Nora, a little loftily. "I have got Marmaduke to talk to me, and that's as much as I want."
"I mean to be one of them!" said Daisy gently. "Jesus is the king; and it makes me so glad to think of it!—so glad, Nora. He is my king, and I belong to him; and I love to give him all I've got; and so would you, Nora. I only want to find out all I have got, that I may give it to him."
Nora went on very assiduously with the covering of the baskets, and Daisy presently followed her example. But the talk was checked for a little.