"No, papa."
"What then, Daisy?"
"Papa, I do not quite know what you mean by a standard."
"I will change the word. Do you mean that your purpose is to make, henceforward, your own rules of life?"
"No, papa; I do not mean that."
"What do you mean?"
"Papa," said Daisy, very deliberately, "if I belong to my Saviour,—you know,—I must follow his rules."
"Daisy, I shall not cease to require obedience to mine."
"No, papa,—but——" said Daisy, colouring.
"But what?"