"Yes, papa."
"Is not one command as good as the other?"
"Papa, I think not," said Daisy. "One command tells me to obey you, the other tells me to obey God."
Childish as the answer was, there was truth in it; and Mr.
Randolph shifted his ground.
"Your mother will not be satisfied without your obeying the lesser command nor shall I!"
Silence.
"She will expect you to do next Sunday evening what you refused to do last evening."
Still silence, but a shiver ran over Daisy's frame.
"Do you know it?" said Mr. Randolph, noticing also that
Daisy's cheek had grown a shade paler than it was.
"Papa I wish I could die!" was the answer of the child's agony.