"Hardly—it is so hot," said Mr. Randolph. "Set open that sash door a little more, Daisy. Now come here. What is it?"
"Shall I wait till another time, papa?"
"No."
He had passed an arm round her, and she stood as before with one hand resting on his shoulder.
"Papa—it was about—what last night you said I might talk to you about."
"I remember. Go on, Daisy."
"Papa," said the child, a little in doubt how to go on—"I want to do what is right."
"There is generally little difficulty in doing that, Daisy."
Daisy thought otherwise!
"Papa, I think mamma does not like me to do what I think is right," she said very low and humbly.