Then came the question which I had been looking
for.
"Daisy, you are not right to-day?"
"I haven't been right since I got that standish," I burst
forth.
Miss Cardigan looked at me again, and then did what I had not
expected; she took my head between her two hands and kissed
me. Not loosing her hold, she looked into my face.
"What is it, my pet?"
"Miss Cardigan," I said, "can any one be a Christian and yet —
yet —"
"Do something unworthy a Christian?" she said. "I wot well,
they can! But then, they are weak Christians."
I knew that before. But somehow, hearing her say it brought
the shame and the sorrow more fresh to the surface. The tears
came. Miss Cardigan pulled me into the next room and sat down,
drawing me into her arms; and I wept there with her arms about
me.
"What then, Daisy?" she asked at length, as if the suspense
pained her.
"I acted so, Miss Cardigan," I said; and I told her about it.
"So the devil has found a weak spot in your armour," she said.
"You must guard it well, Daisy.
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