"Yes. If I do not like it, I will tell you."
Daisy ran away and flew through the rooms to her own, and there hastily sought her Bible. She could not wait to get another; she took her own and ran back softly with it. Her father's languid eye watched the little white figure coming towards him, book in hand; the gentle eager step, the slight flush on the cheek; till she took her seat beside him.
"What have you got there, Daisy?" he asked.
"Papa—my Bible."
"Well—what are you going to read?"
"I don't know, papa—" said Daisy doubtfully. What would come next?
"Do you remember your picture, the 'Game of Life'?"
"Yes, papa."
"Do you remember your talk about good and evil spirits?"
"Yes, sir."