"It is true, though," said he. "There was a bit of a smile upon your mouth just now - before I spoke; - what were you thinking of?"
"Papa, it is so glorious, - the lake and its shores in this sunlight."
"That was all?"
"No, not quite all, papa."
"I thought not. What was the rest of it, Daisy?"
"Papa, I was thinking with joy, that I belong to the wonderful One who made all that; and so, that the riches of his power and glory are in a certain sense mine; - just as everything good in you is mine, papa."
He folded me in his arms and kissed me again, very fondly.
"There is not much good in me, Daisy."
"Yes, papa, - for me."
"But there is a great deal in you, - for somebody."