"I do not intend my commands shall conflict with any of higher authority."
"Papa suppose they might?"
"I must be judge. You are a little child; you must take the law from my mouth, until you are older."
"But, papa, suppose I thought the Bible told me to do what you did not think it said?"
"I advise you to believe my judgment, Daisy, if you wish to keep the peace between us. I will not have any more calling of it in question."
Daisy struggled plainly, though she would not cry; her colour flushed, her lip quivered. She was entirely silent for a little while, and Mr. Randolph sat watching her. The struggle lasted some minutes till she had overcome it somewhat she would not speak and it was sharp. Then the child closed her eyes, and her face grew calm. Mr. Randolph did not know what to think of her.
"Daisy."
"What, papa?"
"I do not think we have settled this question yet."
"I do not think we have, papa."