Mr. Randolph drew back. "I endeavour to do my duty, Daisy," he said coldly. "I do not know what you include in the terms you use."
"Papa, that is what I mean," said Daisy, with a very meek face. "Papa, if I am, and you are not, then perhaps you would not think the things that I think."
"If you are, and I am not, what?"
"That, papa—which I wanted you to know I am. A servant of Jesus."
"Then, what?"
"Then, papa, if I am, and you are not,—wouldn't you perhaps not think about those rules as I must think of them?"
"You mean that our thoughts would disagree?"
"Papa—they might."
"What shall we do, then, Daisy?"
Daisy looked wistfully and somewhat sadly at him. There was more weight of thought under the little brow than he liked to see there. This would not do; yet matters must be settled.