She shut her book and got up and looked at Molly, who had put her head down on her folded arms; and then she opened Molly's Testament and pressed her arm to make her look.
Still Daisy did not speak; she had laid her finger under some of the words she had been reading; but when Molly raised her head she remembered the sense of them could not be taken by the poor woman's eyes.

So Daisy read them, looking with great tenderness in the cripple's face-- "'I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.' That is what it says, Molly." "Who says ?" "Why Jesus says it.

He came and died to buy the life for us--and now he will give it to us, he says, if we want it." "What life ?" said Molly vaguely.
"Why _that_, Molly; that which you were wishing for.

He will forgive us, and make us good, and set his mark upon us; and then we shall wear those robes that are made white in his blood, and be with him in heaven.

And that is life." "You and me ?" said Molly.
"O yes! Molly--anybody.