"Papa," she said, speaking slowly and with some hesitation,—"I want you to know—I want to tell you—about me, so that you may understand."
"Are you so difficult to understand, Daisy?"
"No, papa; but I want you to know something. I want you to know that I am a Christian."
"Well, so are we all," said Mr. Randolph coolly.
"No, papa, but I don't mean that."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, papa,—that I belong to the Lord Jesus, and must do what he tells me."
"What am I to understand by that, Daisy?"
"Nothing, papa; only I thought you ought to know."
"Do you understand what you are saying yourself, my child?"