"
"How can I?"
"How can you? Keep your shield before it, my bairn. What is
your shield for? The Lord has given you a great strong shield,
big enough to cover you from head to foot, if your hands know
how to manage it."
"What is that, Miss Cardigan?"
"The shield of _faith_, dear. Only believe. According to your
faith be it unto you."
"Believe what?" I asked, lifting my head at last.
"Believe that if you are a weak little soldier, your Captain
knows all about it; and any fight that you go into for his
sake, he will bear you through. I don't care what. Any fight,
Daisy."
"But I got impatient," I said, "at the girls' way of talking."
"And perhaps you were a wee bit set up in your heart because
you had got the prize of the day."
"_Proud?_" said I.
"Don't it look like it? Even proud of being a Christian,
mayhap."
"Could I!" — I said. "Was I?"
"It wouldn't be the first time one with as little cause had
got puffed up a bit. But heavenly charity 'is not puffed up.' "
"I know that," — I said; and my tears started afresh.
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