"Papa, I am a servant of Christ," I said; I remember I was arranging the sticks of wood on the fire as I spoke, and it made pauses between my words; - "and He has promised to take care of His servants and to let no harm come to them, - no real harm; - how can I be afraid, papa? My Lord knows, - He knows all about it and all about me; I am safe; I have nothing to do to be afraid." "Safe from what?" "Not from trouble, papa; I do not mean that. He may see that it is best that trouble should come to me. But it will not come unless He sees that it is best; and I can trust Him." "My dear child, is there not a little fanaticism there?" "How, papa?" "It seems to me to sound like it." "It is nothing but believing God, papa." "I wish I understood you," said papa, thoughtfully. So I knelt down beside him and put my arms about him, and told him what I wanted him to understand; much more than I had ever been able to do before. The pain and sorrow of the past few weeks had set me free, and the rest of heart of the last few days too. I told papa all about it. I think, as Philip did to Queen Candace's servant, I "preached to him Jesus." "So that is what you mean by being a Christian," said papa at last. "It is not living a good moral life and keeping all one's engagements." " 'By the deeds of the law there shall no flesh be justified.' Even you, papa, are not good enough for that. God's law calls for perfection." "Nobody is perfect." "No, papa; and so all have come short of the glory of God." "Well, then, I don't see what you are going to do, Daisy." "Christ has paid our debt, papa." "Then nobody need do anything." "Oh, no, papa; for the free pardon that is made out for you and me - the white robe that Christ counsels us to buy of Him - waits for our acceptance and is given only on conditions. It is ready for every one who will trust Christ and obey Him; a free pardon, papa; a white robe that will hide all our ugliness. But we must be willing to have it on the conditions." "And how then, Daisy?" "Why, this way, papa. See, - I am dead - with Christ; it is as if I myself had died under the law, instead of my substitute; the penalty is paid, and the law has nothing to say to a dead malefactor, you know, papa. And now, I am dead to the law, and my life is Christ's. I live because He lives, and by His Spirit living in me; all I am and have belongs to Christ; the life that I live, I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me. I am not trying to keep the law, to buy my life; but I am _keeping_ the law, because Christ has given me life - do you see, papa? and all my life is love to Him." "It seems to me, Daisy," said papa, "that if faith is all, people may lead what lives they choose." "Papa, the faith that believes in Christ, loves and obeys Him; or it is just no faith. It is nothing. It is dead." "And faith makes such a change in people's feelings and lives?"