"Do what?"
"Do what the Bible says, papa."
"I think I may promise that, Daisy," said Mr. Randolph; though dubiously, as not quite certain what he was promising; "so long as I am the judge."
"Then that will do, papa! That is nice."
Daisy's countenance expressed such utter content at this arrangement, that Mr. Randolph looked grave.
"Now you have talked and excited yourself enough for to-day," he said. "You must be quiet."
"Mayn't I tell mamma when she comes?"
"What, Daisy?"
"I mean what I have told you, papa."
"No. Wait till to-morrow. Why do you wish to tell her, Daisy?"