Mr.Dinwiddie lingered purposely, and let Joanna get out of hearing.

Then he spoke again.
"If you love Jesus, you want to obey him, Daisy." "Yes, Mr.Dinwiddie!" He felt the breathless manner of her answer.
"What will you do, little one, when you find that to obey him, you may have a great deal of hard fighting to go through ?" "I'll die on the field of battle, Mr.Dinwiddie." He looked at her a little curiously.

It was no child's boast.

Her face was quiet, her eye steady; so had her tone been.

It was most unlike Daisy to make protestations of feeling; just now she was speaking to the one person in the world who could help her, whom in this matter she trusted; speaking to him maybe for the last time, she knew; and moreover Daisy's heart was full.