"I had been thinking, papa. I was thinking, I believe."
"Does this strange news make you happy?"
"Oh, no, papa; not that."
"What then?"
"Something that is no news, and that never can grow old, papa.
The mountains and the sea were just reminding me of it."
"You mean - what? You speak riddles, Daisy."
"Papa, you would give me everything good for me, if you could."
He kissed me fondly.
"I would, my child. Whether I can, or no, that troubles me by its uncertainty."
"Papa, my Father in heaven can, and will. There is no doubt about His power. And so there is no uncertainty."