' "
"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. 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.
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