"That depends upon what you have to say, Daisy."
"Papa, I do not mean to displease you," said the child, her eyes filling with tears. "But suppose "
"Well, suppose anything."
"Suppose those rules should be different from your rules?"
"I am to be the judge, Daisy. If you set up disobedience to me, on any pretext, you know the consequences."
Daisy's lip trembled; she put up her hands to her face, and burst into tears. She could not bear that reminder. Her father took one of her hands down, and kissed the little wet cheek.
"Where are you going to find these rules, Daisy," he said, kindly, "which you are going to set up against mine?"
"Papa, I do not set them up."
"Where do you get them?"
"Only in the Bible, papa."