"You are not miserable?"
"No, papa—but—"
"But what?"
"I would like to give her a little bit of comfort."
There was much earnestness, and a little sorrow, in Daisy's eyes.
"I am not sure that it is right for you to go to such places."
"Papa, may I shew you something?" said the child with sudden life.
"Anything, Daisy."
She rushed away; was gone a full five minutes; then came softly to Mr.
Randolph's shoulder with an open book in her hand. It was Joanna's
Bible, for Daisy did not dare bring her own; and it was open at these
words—
"Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them."