"Certainly."
She got down off his lap, twinkling away a tear hastily, and went to the bookcase for the big Bible aforesaid. Mr. Randolph seeing what she was after and that she could not lift it, went to her help and brought it to the library table. Daisy turned over the leaves with fingers that trembled yet, hastily, hurriedly; and paused and pointed to the words that her father read.
"Remember that thou keep holy the Sabbath day."
Mr. Randolph read them and the words following and the words that went before; then he turned from them and drew Daisy to her place in his arms again.
"Daisy, there is another commandment there. 'Honour thy father and thy mother.' Is there not?"
"Yes, papa."
"Is not one command as good as the other?"
"Papa, I think not," said Daisy. "One command tells me to obey you,—the other tells me to obey God."
Childish as the answer was, there was truth in it; and Mr. Randolph shifted his ground.
"Your mother will not be satisfied without your obeying the lesser command—nor shall I!"