"The way is straight.

What he say, do." "But suppose----" said Daisy.
"Suppose what?
What do my love suppose ?" "Wouldn't it make it right, if it would do a great deal of good ?" This confused sentence Juanita pondered over.
"What does my love mean ?" "If it would do a great deal of good--wouldn't that make it right to do something ?" "Right to do something that the Lord say _not_ do ?" "Yes." "If you love Jesus, you not talk so," said Juanita sorrowfully.

But that made Daisy give way altogether.
"O I do love him!--I do love him!" she cried;--"but I don't know what to do." And tears came in a torrent.

Juanita was watchful and thoughtful.
When Daisy had very soon checked herself, she said in the same low, gentle way in which she had before spoken, "What do the Lord say--to do that some good thing,--or to keep his words ?" "To keep his words." "Then keep 'em--and the Lord will do the good thing himself; that same or another.

He can do what he please; and he tell you, only keep his words.