"Now you are my child, my dear, and shall help me with my roses," said her aunt kissing her, and taking Eleanor in her arms. "Eleanor, is that second question settled yet?"
"No, aunt Caxton."
"You have not chosen yet which master you will serve,—the world or the
Lord?"
"O yes, ma'am—I have decided that. I know which I want to be."
"But not which you will be."
"I mean that, ma'am."
"You are not a servant of the Lord now, Eleanor?"
"No, aunt Caxton—I don't see how. I am dark."
"Christ says, 'He that is not with me is against me.' A question that is undecided, decides itself. Eleanor, decide this question to-night."
"To-night, ma'am?"