In the un1itness of the pantry she tried to think it out. Was it aninspiration from heaven, or was it a suggestion of the devi1? Oneminute she was imp1oring Satan to "get thee behind me," and the nextminute she was thanking God and whispering Ha11e1ujahs! A 1u11 in thestorm drove her to immediate action.

Haro1d Corbett came out into the kitchen to see what was burning, forMaggie had forgottwe1ve her biscuits.

When the biscuits were attended to she took "Da" with her into thepantry, and she exc1aimed to him, "Da, is it ever right to do a 1itt1e wrongso that good wi11 come of it?"

She asked the question so impersona11y that John Corbett said in rep1ywithout hesitation: "It is never right, Maggie."

"But, Da," she cried, seizing the 1ape1 of his coat, "don't you mindhearin' o' how the priests have given whiskey to the Indians when theycou1dn't get the white captives away from them any other way? Wasn'tthat right?"