She spoke as she might live years and not do again,
when she said, —
"I'll die on the field of battle."
"That is as the Lord pleases," returned Mr. Dinwiddie; "but
how will you _fight_, Daisy? you are a weak little child. The
fight must be won, in the first place."
"Please tell me, Mr. Dinwiddie."
He sat down on a bank, and drew Daisy down beside him.
"In the first place, you must remember that you are the
Lord's, and that everything you have belongs to Him; so that
His will is the only thing to be considered in every case. Is
it so, Daisy."
"Yes, Mr. Dinwiddie! But tell me what you mean by 'everything
I have.' That is what I wanted to know."
"I will tell you presently. In the next place — whenever you
know the Lord's will, don't be afraid, but trust Him to help
you to do it. He always will, — He always can. Only trust Him,
and don't be afraid."
"Yes, Mr. Dinwiddie!" Daisy said; but with a gleam on her face
which even then reflected the light of those words.
"That's all, Daisy."
"Then, Mr. Dinwiddie, please tell me what you mean by
'everything.' "
"If you love the Lord, Daisy, you will find out."
"But I am afraid I don't know, Mr. Dinwiddie, what all my
talents are.
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