"Your papa's saying so does not make a thing right or wrong," said Cora.
"Yes, it does, too!" said Lily. "My papa knows a whole lot, and he wouldn't tell a story for any thing. Cora, you'd better go to your music lesson: I 'speck Miss Emily wants you."
"Oh, you are very considerate for Miss Emily, all at once," said Cora, more amused than ever; "but you haven't told me why I shouldn't say, The Lord knows, when He does know."
Lily looked at Daisy, who stood by the arm of her chair, for help. The little one felt that Cora was wrong, but she did not exactly know how to answer, and she had noticed how careful Daisy was to honor the name of God.
"Is it not taking the name of God in vain?" said Daisy.
"Upon my word!" said Cora. "Do you mean to call that swearing?"
"Well, yes," said Lily, taking up the word, "a kind of baby swearing, I s'pose; but you know it's not very good of you, Cora."
"Everybody says such things: they don't mean any thing," said Cora.
"Not everybody," answered Lily. "Daisy don't."