"Papa, I do not set them up."
"Where do you get them?"
"Only in the Bible, papa."
"You are a little child, Daisy; you are not quite old enough to be able to judge properly for yourself what the rules of that book are. While you are little and ignorant, I am your judge, of that and everything else; and your business is to obey me. Do you understand that?"
"But, papa——"
"Well—what?"
"Papa, I am afraid you will be angry."
"I do not think I shall. You and I had better come to an understanding about these matters. Say on, Daisy." "I was going to say, papa—"
Daisy was afraid to tell what. Mr. Randolph again stooped and kissed her; kissed her two or three times.
"Papa, I do not mean to make you angry," said the child with intense eagerness,—"but—suppose—papa, I mean,—are you a servant of the Lord Jesus?"