And with her little face exceedingly grave and humble, Daisy read the seventh chapter of the Revelation, and then the twenty-first chapter, and the twenty-second; and then she sat with her finger between the leaves as before, looking out of the window.
"Will they all be sealed ?" said Molly, breaking the silence.
"Yes." "What is that ?" "I don't know exactly.

It will be a mark of all the people that love Jesus." "A mark in their foreheads ?" "Yes, it says so." "What mark ?" "I don't know, Molly; it says, 'His name shall be in their foreheads.'" And Daisy's eyes became full of tears.
"How will that be ?" "I don't know, Molly; it don't tell.

I suppose that everybody that looks at them will know in a minute that they belong to Jesus." Daisy's hand went up and brushed across her eyes; and then did it again.
"Do they belong to him ?" asked Molly.
"O yes! Here it is--don't you remember?
--'they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.'" "So they are white, then ?" said Molly.
"Yes.

And his mark is on them." "I wish," said the cripple slowly and thoughtfully,--"I wish 'twas on me.

I do!" I do not think Daisy could speak at this.