"It means," said Daisy, her eyes filling with tears, "it means a person who loves the Lord Jesus and obeys Him."
"I hope you are gratified, Mr. Randolph," said the lady, "with this specimen of the new Christianity. Dutiful and respectful are happily united; along with a pleasant mixture of modesty. What do you expect me to do, Daisy, with this announcement of yours?"
"Nothing, mamma," said Daisy, faintly.
"I suppose you think that my Christianity must accommodate itself to yours? Did you expect that?"
"No, mamma."
"It would be very foolish of you; for the fact will be the other way. Yours must accommodate itself to mine."
"I only wanted you to know what mine is, mamma."
"Yours is what mine is, Daisy. What I think right for you, that you are to do. I will not hear a whimper from you again about what you are do you understand? Not again. I have listened to you this time, but this is the last. If I hear another syllable like this, about what you are or your Christianity, I shall know how to chastise it out of you. You are nothing at all, but my Daisy; you are a Jewess, if I choose to have it so."
Mr. Randolph made an uneasy movement; but the lady's white fingers flew in and out of her tetting-work without regarding him.
"What do you want to do, that you are asking my permission in this roundabout way? What do you want to do, that you think will not please me."