"Do you want to be a different little person from what you have been,
Daisy, hitherto?"
"I don't know, papa—I think so."
"How do you wish to be different?"
"I can't tell, papa. I might have to be."
"I want you just as you are, Daisy."
Mr. Randolph stooped his head down again to the too thoughtful little face. Daisy clasped her arms around his neck and held him close. It was only by her extraordinary self-command that she kept from tears; when he raised his head her eyes were perfectly dry. "Will you be my good little Daisy—and let me do the thinking for you?" said Mr. Randolph tenderly.
"Papa—I can't."
"I will not have you different from what I like you, Daisy."
"Then, papa, what shall I do?"
"Obey me, and be satisfied with that."