"You shall not do that. Good children always obey their mothers, I am not going to have you settled down on a plantation at home, east or west, without at least letting the world see you first."
"Daisy does not want jewels," said my father. "She is too young."
"One day she will," said mamma; "and an occasion might make it proper, even now. I hope so; for I want to see the effect."
Mamma went away, with that; and I sat down again by papa's side. Not to dream over the sunlight on the lake any more; I was busy with cloudy realities. "Children, obey your parents in the Lord." Oh, why did duty bid me go contrary to the pleasure of mine! I would have so gladly pleased them to the utmost limits of my power. Papa was watching me, though I did not know it, and presently said very gently, -
"What is it, Daisy?"
"Papa, I want to please you and mamma so much!"
"And cannot you?"
"Not in this, papa."
"Why? Explain to me. I do not understand your position,
Daisy."
"Papa, I am a servant of Christ; and a servant is bound to do his Master's will."