"Yes. If I do not like it, I will tell you."
Daisy ran away and flew through the rooms to her own, and there hastily sought her Bible. She could not wait to get another; she took her own and ran back softly with it. Her father's languid eye watched the little white figure coming towards him, book in hand; the gentle, eager step, the slight flush on the cheek; till she took her seat beside him.
"What have you got there, Daisy?" he asked.
"Papa my Bible."
"Well what are you going to read?"
"I don't know, papa " said Daisy, doubtfully. What would come next?
"Do you remember your picture, the 'Game of Life'?"
"Yes, papa."
"Do you remember your talk about good and evil spirits?"
"Yes, sir."