"Why, everything, Duke says; all they've got; their tongues and their hands and their feet, and all they know, and all their love for people; and even the way we do things, our studies and all, Marmaduke says. What do you want to know for, Daisy?"
"I was thinking about it," answered Daisy, evasively. "Wait a minute, Nora, I want to write it down, for fear I should forget something."
"What are you going to do?" exclaimed Nora. "Are you going to teach a class yourself?"
Daisy did not answer, while she was writing down with a pencil what Nora had said, and making her repeat it for that purpose. When she had done she looked a little dubiously off towards the woods, while Nora was surprised and disappointed into silence.
"I think perhaps I ought to tell you," was Daisy's slow conclusion. "I want to know what this means, that I may do it, Nora."
"Do it?"
"Yes," said Daisy, turning her quiet eyes full upon her companion "I want to try to please God. I love the Lord Jesus."
Nora was very much confounded, and looked at Daisy as if a gap in the ground had suddenly separated them.
"So," Daisy went on, "as I have talents to use, I want to know what they are, for fear I shouldn't use them all. I don't understand it yet, but I will think about it. Now we will go on about the party if you like."
"But, Daisy," said Nora.