"You are a little child, Daisy; you are not quite old enough to be able to judge properly for yourself what the rules of that book are. While you are little and ignorant, I am your judge, of that and everything else; and your business is to obey me. Do you understand that?"
"But, papa."
"Well what?"
"Papa, I am afraid you will be angry."
"I do not think I shall. You and I had better come to an understanding about these matters Say on, Daisy."
"I was going to say, papa "
Daisy was afraid to tell what. Mr. Randolph again stooped and kissed her; kissed her two or three times.
"Papa, I do not mean to make you angry," said the child, with intense eagerness, "but suppose papa, I mean, are you a servant of the Lord Jesus?"
Mr. Randolph drew back. "I endeavour to do my duty, Daisy," he said, coldly. "I do not know what you include in the terms you use."
"Papa, that is what I mean," said Daisy, with a very meek face. "Papa, if I am, and you are not, then perhaps you would not think the things that I think."