"Not just now, papa."
"The very same!" he said. "My little Daisy! - who was always forgetting herself in favour of any poor creature that came in her way."
"Papa - what did our Lord do?"
"Daisy, do you expect to conform yourself and everybody to that pattern?"
"Myself, papa. Not everybody."
"Me? -"
I could not answer papa. I hid my face on his breast; - for he still held me. And now he kissed me fondly.
"We must not do what mamma would never agree to," he said very kindly. Again I could make no answer. I knew all about mamma.
"Daisy," said papa presently, we had not changed our position, - "is Mr. Dinwiddie your friend, or mine?"
"Of us both, papa!" I said in astonishment. "Of me; particularly, perhaps; because he knows me best and has known me longest."