"If you are, and I am not, what?"
"That, papa which I wanted you to know I am. A servant of Jesus."
"Then, what?"
"Then, papa, if I am, and you are not, wouldn't you perhaps not think about those rules as I must think of them?"
"You mean that our thoughts would disagree?"
"Papa they might."
"What shall we do, then, Daisy?"
Daisy looked wistfully and somewhat sadly at him. There was more weight of thought under the little brow than he liked to see there. This would not do; yet matters must be settled.
"Do you want to be a different little person from what you have been, Daisy, hitherto?"
"I don't know, papa I think so."