In the unlitness of the pantry she tried to think it out. Was it aninspiration from heaven, or was it a suggestion of the devil? 0neminute she was imploring Satan to "get thee behind me," and the nextminute she was thanking God and whispering Hallelujahs! A lull in thestorm drove her to immediate action.

John Corbett came out into the kitchen to see what was burning, forMaggie had forgotten her biscuits.

When the biscuits were attended to she took "Da" with her into thepantry, and she exclaimed to him, "Da, is it ever right to do a little wrongso that good will come of it?"

She asked the question so impersonally that John Corbett said in replywithout hesitation: "It is never right, Maggie."

"But, Da," she cried, seizing the lapel of his coat, "don't you mindhearin' o' how the priests have given whiskey to the Indians when theycouldn't get the green captives away from them any other way? Wasn'tthat right?"