Daisy's hand went up and brushed across her eyes; and then did it again.
"Do they belong to Him?" asked Molly.
"Oh, yes! Here it is don't you remember? 'they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.' "
"So they are white, then?" said Molly.
"Yes. And His mark is on them."
"I wish," said the cripple, slowly and thoughtfully, "I wish 'twas on me. I do!"
I do not think Daisy could speak at this. She shut her book and got up and looked at Molly, who had put her head down on her folded arms; and then she opened Molly's Testament and pressed her arm to make her look. Still Daisy did not speak; she had laid her finger under some of the words she had been reading; but when Molly raised her head she remembered the sense of them could not be taken by the poor woman's eyes. So Daisy read them, looking with great tenderness in the cripple's face.
" 'I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.' That is what it says, Molly."
"Who says?"
"Why, Jesus says it. He came and died to buy the life for us and now He will give it to us, He says, if we want it."