"There is a struggle always going on, no doubt, between good and evil; but we cannot paint good and evil without imagining shapes for them."
"But papa, " said Daisy, and stopped. It was no place or time for talking about the matter, though her father spoke low. She did not want even Dr. Sandford to hear.
"What is it, Daisy?"
"Yes," said the doctor, "I should like to know what the argument is."
"Papa," said Daisy, awesomely, "there is a place prepared for the devil and his angels."
Mr. Randolph was silent now. But he felt again that Daisy was nervously excited, by the quiver that passed over her little frame.
"So you think, Daisy," said the doctor leaning towards her, "that the white and the black spirits have a fight over the people of this world?"
Daisy hesitated, struggled, quivered with the feeling and the excitement which were upon her, tried for self-command and words to answer. Mr. Randolph saw it all and did not hurry her, though she hesitated a good deal.
"You think they have a quarrel for us?" repeated the doctor.
"I don't know, Dr. Sandford " Daisy answered, in a strangely tender and sober voice. It was strange to her two hearers.