"I have no doubt at all of that neither, I dare say, have the rest of the world; only, somehow, when it comes to the point, they find it is easier to do wrong. What's your secret, Elfie?"
"I haven't any secret," said Fleda. But presently seeming to bethink herself, she added gently and gravely
"Aunt Miriam says
"What?"
"She says that when we love Jesus Christ, it is easy to please him."
"And do you love him, Elfie?" Mr. Carleton asked, after a minute.
Her answer was a very quiet and sober "yes."
He doubted still whether she were not unconsciously using a form of speech, the spirit of which she did not quite realize. That one might "not see and yet believe," he could understand; but for affection to go forth towards an unseen object was another matter. His question was grave and acute.
"By what do you judge that you do, Elfie?"
"Why, Mr. Carleton," said Fleda, with an instant look of appeal, "who else should I love?"