There Daisy stopped, and there was silence. Presently her father opened his eyes. He saw that hers were full, but they were not looking at her book, neither at him; they were gazing away at the light, with an intent, very serious expression.
"Daisy! " said her father.
She came back instantly to a sweet happy look at him.
"What were you studying?"
"Papa! I was thinking "
"What were you thinking."
"I was thinking, papa," said Daisy, unwillingly, "how strange it is that anybody should try to hide himself from God."
She started a little and rose up, for her mother stood on the other side of the light now. Mrs. Randolph's voice was a note belonging to another chord.
"Daisy, it is your bedtime."
"Yes, mamma."