"That I am a servant of Christ, mamma."
"When did you find it out, Daisy?"
"Some time ago, mamma. Some time a little while before my birth-day."
"You did! What do you think me?"
Daisy kept silence.
"Well! why don't you speak? Answer me."
"Mamma, I don't know how to answer you," said Daisy, flushing for an instant. Her mother's eyes took note of her.
"I shall not ask you a third time, Daisy."
"Mamma," said the child low, "I do not think you are what I mean by a Christian."
"You do not. I supposed that. Now you will go on and tell me what you mean by a Christian."