"He has got as much money as he wants, I know." "Nora, you know the parable of the servants and the talents ?" "Yes." "Are you one of the good servants ?" Nora looked up very uneasily.

Daisy's face was one of quiet inquiry.
Nora fidgeted.
"Daisy, I wish you would be like yourself, as you used to be, and not talk so." "But are you, Nora ?" "No, I don't suppose I am! I couldn't do much." "But would you like to have the King say to you what he said to the servant who had one talent and didn't do anything ?" "Daisy, I don't want to have you talk to me about it," said Nora, a little loftily.

"I have got Marmaduke to talk to me, and that's as much as I want." "_I_ mean to be one of them!" said Daisy gently.

"Jesus is the king; and it makes me so glad to think of it!--so glad, Nora.

He is my king, and I belong to him; and I _love_ to give him all I've got; and so would you, Nora.