"That I am a servant of Christ, mamma."
"When did you find it out, Daisy?"
"Some time ago, mamma. Some time—a little while—before my birthday."
"You did! What do you think me?"
Daisy kept silence.
"Well! why don't you speak? Answer me."
"Mamma, I don't know how to answer you," said Daisy, flushing for an instant. Her mother's eyes took note of her.
"I shall not ask you a third time, Daisy."
"Mamma," said the child low,—"I do not think you are what I mean by a
Christian."
"You do not. I supposed that. Now you will go on and tell me what you mean by 'a Christian.'"