"Well, what is it?"
"Mamma"—Daisy seemed to be engaged on a very puzzling question—"what does it mean to be a Christian?"
"What?" said her mother, rousing herself up for the first time to look at her.
"To be a Christian, mamma?"
"It means, to be baptized and go to church, and all that," said the lady, turning back to her book.
"But mamma, that isn't all I mean."
"I don't know what you mean. What has put it into your head?"
"Something Mr. Dinwiddie said."
"What absurd nonsense! Who is Mr. Dinwiddie?"
"You know him. He lives at Mrs. Sandford's."