'My lady,' she began abruptly, 'do you think I have forgotten all about my promise? I could not. It has haunted me through everything, and--I gave myself to the King last night.' Tryphosa's eyes glowed deep with pleasure. 'Thank God!' she exclaimed softly. Then she closed her eyes, and Pauline knew from her moving lips that she was talking with the Lord. She touched Pauline gently. 'I had to talk a little about the good news with Jesus. He is my nearest neighbour, you know. And now, dear child, tell me all about it. What a wonderfully simple thing it is! People talk so much about being a Christian, when, after all, it is simply to be Christ's. We open the door where He has knocked so long, and let Him in. We give ourselves away to Jesus henceforth to live in Him, with Him, by Him, and for Him for ever. Dear child, when you were giving, did you include your will?' 'My will?' echoed Pauline, startled. 'Why surely. The Christian is not to direct his Master.' 'But how do you mean, my lady?' Tryphosa began to sing softly:-- 'O, little bird, lie still In thy low nest: Thy part, to love My will: My part--the rest.' 'That is His message to me. Yours will be different, for no two of His children get the same training.' 'I suppose now life will be all duty,' said Pauline, with a sigh. Tryphosa smiled. 'That is not the way I read my Bible. Peter says we must "love the brethren," and John, "This is Christ's commandment, that we believe and love," because "he who loveth knoweth God," and Paul, "The love of Christ constraineth us."' 'Well, but I must do something, my lady.' 'Don't fall into that snare, little one. It is what we are, not what we do. The dear Christ wants us, not for what we do for Him, but what He does for us. Listen: "He that abideth in Me and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit, for without Me ye can do nothing." "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty." The first great thing for you now is to "get your meaning."' Pauline looked puzzled. 'I do not understand, my lady.' 'What are you going to stand for? How much better is the world to be for your having lived in it? The day is long past when people were satisfied with a Sunday religion. True Christianity means a daily consecration of purpose. Look at the men who have made their mark in the world--reformers, inventors, discoverers, all men of a single purpose; and Paul says, "This one thing I do." Michael Angelo said, "Nothing makes the soul so pure, so religious, as the endeavour to create something perfect, for God is perfection, and whoever strives for it, strives for something that is God-like." And remember, "perfect has no clipped edges, no dreary blanks." Little one, I want you to strive to be a perfect Christian.' Pauline fell on her knees beside the couch, and buried her face in the cushions. 'I am not worthy,' she murmured.