"I will not have it, Daisy."
"Papa," she said with a small laugh, "what shall I do to help it? I do not know how I came to be an old woman?"
"Go off and play with Nora Dinwiddie. Are you ready to go?"
"Yes, papa except my hat and gloves."
"Do not think any more to-day. I will think for you by and by. But, Daisy, why should you and I set ourselves up to be better than other people?"
"How, papa?"
"Do you know anybody else that lives up to your views on the subject of thanksgiving?"
"Oh, yes, papa."
"Who?"
Daisy softly said, "Juanita does, papa, I think."