It was too graceful to need the aid of words.
"My mission is successful," said Mr. Dinwiddie.
"But I was not offended the least bit, Mr. Dinwiddie," said Daisy.
"I believe it; but Nora thought you had so much reason, that she would
not come alone to make her apology."
The young man looked towards Mr. Randolph, whose attention was just then
taken by somebody who had come to him on business. He waited.
"Won't you sit down, Mr. Dinwiddie?" said Daisy.
"I must go."
"But I want to ask you a question, sir."
Mr. Dinwiddie sat down.
"Mr. Dinwiddie," said Daisy with a grave face, "what are my talents?"
"What is the question, Daisy? I do not understand."
"You know, sir--one servant had ten and another had five. What are my
talents?"
"I do not know."
"But how can I tell, Mr. Dinwiddie?"
Then the young man's eyes glowed, as Daisy had a few times seen them do
before. "Ask the Lord, Daisy. See what his word tells you to do."
"But Mr. Dinwiddie, I am little; I can't do much."
"_You_ cannot do anything. But Jesus can use you, to do what he
pleases,--if you will be his little servant.
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