it gave her a twinge every time she thought of the lotus carving of her spoon handle, and those odd representations of fish in the bowl of it.  She lay over on her pillow, slowly turning and turning the pages of her Bible, and tear after tear slowly gathering one after another, and filling her eyes and rolling down to her pillow to make another wet spot.  There was no harm in that, if that had been all.  Daisy had reason.  But what troubled her was, that she was so strongly displeased with her aunt Gary.  She did not want to see her or hear her, and the thought of a kiss from her was unendurable.  Nay, Daisy felt as if she would like to punish her, if she could; or at least to repossess herself of her stolen property by fair means or by foul.  She was almost inclined to think that she must have it at all events.  And at the same time, she had told Dr. Sandford that she was not right.  So Daisy lay slowly turning the pages of her Bible, looking for some word that might catch her eye and be a help to her.  There were a good many marks in the Bible, scattered here and there, made by its former owner.  One of these stopped Daisy’s search, and gave her something to think of.  It stood opposite these words: 

“I, therefore, the prisoner of the Lord, beseech you that ye walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called.”

Daisy considered that.  What “vocation” meant, she did not know, nor who was “the prisoner of the Lord,” nor what that could mean; but yet she caught at something of the sense.  “Walk worthy,” she understood that; and guessed what “vocation” stood for.  Ay! that was just it, and that was just what Daisy was not doing.  The next words, too, were plain enough.

“With all lowliness and meekness, with long-suffering, forbearing one another in love.”

“Forbearing one another”—­easy to read, how hard to do!  Mrs. Gary’s image was very ugly yet to Daisy.  Could she speak pleasantly to her aunt? could she even look pleasantly at her? could she “forbear” all unkindness, even in thought?  Not yet!  Daisy felt very miserable and very much ashamed of herself, even while her anger was in abiding strength and vigour.

She went on, reading through the whole chapter; not because she had not enough already to think about, but because she did not feel that she could obey it.  Some of the chapter she did not quite understand; but she went on reading, all the same, till she came to the last verse.  That went through and through Daisy’s heart, and her eyes filled so full that by the time she got to the end of it she could not see to read at all.  These were the words: 

“And be ye kind one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.”