"Papa, you said I might show you in the Bible things do you remember?"
"Things? What things?"
"Papa, if I wanted to do things that I thought were right you promised that if you thought they were in the Bible, I might do as it said."
"Humph!" said Mr. Randolph, with a very doubtful sort of a grunt, between displeasure at his own word, and annoyance at the trouble it might bring upon him. Nevertheless, he remembered the promise. Daisy went on timidly.
"When you get up by and by, papa, may I show you what is in the Bible?"
"You need not wait till I get up show it to me now."
"I cannot lift that big Bible, papa."
Mr. Randolph rose up from the sofa, went to the shelves where it lay, and brought the great Bible to the library table. Then stood and watched Daisy, who kneeled in a chair by the table and busily turned over the large leaves, her little face very wise and intent, her little hands small to manage the big book before her. Had such a child and such a book anything to do with each other, Mr. Randolph thought. But Daisy presently found her place, and looking up at him drew a little back that her father might see it. He stooped over Daisy and read, "In everything give thanks."
"Do you see it, papa?"
"Yes."