Jesus is there. Isn't it pleasant, Nora, that he can see us always, and
knows what we are doing?"
"Daisy, Marmaduke said he wished you would invite him to your party."
The turn Nora wished to give to Daisy's thoughts took effect for the
moment. It was grievous; to wish so much for her friend and to have him
join in the wish, and all in vain. But, characteristically, Daisy said
nothing. She was only silent a moment.
"Nora, did you ever hear Mr. Dinwiddie say that poor people disliked
rich people?"
"No. They don't dislike _him_, I know."
"Is Mr. Dinwiddie rich too?"
"Of course he is," said Nora.
"I shouldn't think anybody would dislike him," said Daisy; "but then he
never seemed like rich people." She went into a muse about it.
"Well, he is," said Nora. "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.
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