repeated.

"Because you have the same notions that he has. My dear little Dolly!
you don't know the world. You _can't_ live in the world and be running
your head perpetually against it; indeed you cannot. You may break your
head, but you won't do anything else. And the world will laugh at you."

"But, Christina, whom do you serve? For it comes to that."

"Whom do I serve! Pooh, that's not the question."

"It comes to that, Christina."

"Well, of course there is but one answer. But Sandie would have me give
up everything;--everything!--all I like, and all I want to do."

"Christina, it seems to me the Bible says we must give Christ our whole
selves."

"Oh, if you are going to take the Bible literally"----

"How else can you take it?"

"Seasonably."

"But how are you going to settle what is reasonable? Didn't the Lord
know what He wanted His people to do? And He said we must give Him
ourselves and all we have got."

"Have you?" said Christina.

"What?"

"Given up all, as you say?"

"I think I have," Dolly answered slowly. "I am sure, Christina, I do
not want anything but what God chooses to give me."

"And are you ready to give up all your own pleasure and amusement, and
your time, and be like no one else, and have no friends in the world?"
Christina spoke the words in a kind of hurry.

"You go too fast," said Dolly. "You ask too many things at once; and
you forget what Mr. Shubrick said--that it is pleasure to please our
Master. _He_ said it was His meat to do His Father's will; and He is
our pattern. And doing His will does not prevent either pleasure or
amusement, of the right sort; not at all. O Christina! I do not think
anybody is rightly happy, except those who love Christ and obey him."

"Are you happy?" was the next quick question. Dolly could not answer it
as immediately.

"If I am not," she said at last, "it is because there are some things
in my life just now that--trouble me."

"Dear Dolly!" said Christina affectionately. "But you looked quite
happy this evening."

"I was," said Dolly. "You made me so."

Christina kissed her, and thereupon at once fell asleep. But Dolly was
not sleepy. Her thoughts were wide awake, and roved over everything in
the world, it seemed to her; at least over all her friend's affairs and
over all her own. She was not fretting, only looking at things.
Christina's ease and security and carelessness, her own burdens and
responsibilities; the fulness of means