"
"Yes, Nora, but I say! I mean, what would you wish for that would not
be impossible?"
"Why, Daisy, how funny! Let me see. I should wish that somebody would
come and be good to me, I think."
"How?"
"O--tell me stories and read to me, and take tea with me--and I don't
know what!"
"Do you suppose nobody ever does take tea with her?" said Daisy, upon
whose fancy a new shadow of wretchedness darkened.
"I guess not," said Nora. "I don't believe anybody would. I guess nobody
likes her well enough, she is so bad."
"Who gets her tea for her then?"
"Why nobody. She does it herself."
"How _can_ she?"
"I don't know. Marmaduke says she keeps her house clean too, though she
only goes about on her hands and knees."
"Nora," said Daisy, "that isn't like the Bible."
"What isn't?"
"Don't you remember what the Bible says? that whatever we would like
other people to do to us, we should do so to them."
"What do you mean, Daisy?"
"I mean just so."
"But what isn't like the Bible?"
"Why--to let that poor old woman go without what we would like if we
were in her place."
"Why Daisy! Molly Skelton! The Bible does not mean that we ought to go
and make visits to such horrid people as that."
"You said you would like it if you were in her place," observed Daisy,
"and I know _I_ should. I thought so when you told me."
"But, Daisy, she is wicked!"
"Well, Jesus loves wicked people," said Daisy calmly. "Maybe she will
wear a white robe in heaven, and have a crown of gold upon her head.
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