'For he that
wavereth is like a wave of the sea, driven with the wind and
tossed. For let not that man think that he shall receive
anything of the Lord.' "
"But how can we _know_ what is according to His will?"
"_This_ is, at any rate," said Miss Cardigan; "for He has
commanded us to be holy as He is holy."
"But — other things?" I said. "How can one for everything 'in
faith, nothing wavering'? How can one be sure?"
"Only just this one way, Daisy my dear," Miss Cardigan
answered; — and I remember to this day the accent of her
native land which touched every word. "If ye're wholly the
Lord's — wholly, mind, — ye'll not like aught but what the
Lord likes; ye'll know what to ask for, and ye'll know the
Lord will give it to you; — that is, if ye want it _enough_. But
a 'double-minded man is unstable in all his ways;' and his
prayers can't hit the mark, no more than a gun that's twisted
when it's going off."
"Then," — I began and stopped, looking at her with my eyes
full of tears.
"Ay!" she said, — "just so.
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