"Yes. Well?"
"And that song—that mamma wanted me to sing"—Daisy spoke very low,—"was out of an opera; and it was good for any other day, but not for Sunday."
"Why not?"
Daisy hesitated, and at last said, "It had nothing to do with Sunday, papa."
"But obedience is not out of place on Sunday, is it?"
"No, papa,—except——"
"Well, except what?"
"Papa, if God tells me to do one thing, and you tell me another, what shall I do?" Daisy had hid her face in her father's breast.
"What counter command have you to plead in this case?"
"Papa, may I shew it to you?"