"Suppose what? What do my love suppose?"
"Wouldn't it make it right, if it would do a great deal of good?"
This confused sentence Juanita pondered over. "What does my love mean?"
"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.
"Oh, 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."