"A necessary precaution, if you will go out, Amanda. But I wish I
could persuade you to be guided by me. You know that the Bible says,
the way of transgressors is hard."

"I don't know how you will apply that to me, ma. I am transgressing
no law of divine appointment."

"Be not sure of that, Amanda."

"I do not understand you, ma."

"I will try and make my meaning clear. In our creation, as organized
beings, we were so constituted as to bear a certain relation to
every thing around us, and our bodily health was made dependent upon
this relation. Here then, we have a law of health, which may be
called a divine law--for there is nothing good that does not flow
from the Divine Creator. If we violate this law, we become
transgressors, and shall certainly prove the way we have chosen, in
so doing, to be a hard one."

"Oh, is that all?" said the daughter, looking up with a smile, and
breathing more freely. "I'll risk the consequences of breaking the
law you have announced."

"Amanda!"

"Don't be so serious, ma. I will wrap up close and have my feet well
protected. There is not the least danger of my taking cold."