"I don't mean that." "Yes, you do." "No,--that would be doing it for oneself, not for the Lord Jesus"-- said Daisy gravely looking at Preston.
"Then I don't see what you mean by your story." "I mean only, that Jesus likes to have us do to other people what we would want in their place." "Suppose you were in my aunt and uncle's place--do you not think you would like to have a little daughter regard their wishes ?" Daisy looked distressed.
"I think it is time to go in and get ready for dinner, Preston," she said.
If she was distressed, Preston was displeased.

They went in without any more words.

But Daisy was not perplexed at all.

She had not told Preston her innermost thought and hope--that Molly Skelton might learn the truth and be one of that blessed throng on the right hand in the Great Day; but the thought and hope were glowing at her heart; and she thought she must carry her Master's message, if not positively forbidden, to all whom she could carry it to.

Preston's meditations were different.
"I have tried my best," he said that evening when Daisy was gone to bed,--"and I have failed utterly.