She had turned too when everybody else did, and so was standing with her back to the pulpit, when a hand was laid on her shoulder.

The next minute Daisy's little fingers were in Mr.Dinwiddie's clasp, and her face was looking joyfully into his.
"Daisy--I am glad to see you." Another look, and a slight clasp of her little fingers, answered him.
"I wish you had been with us just now." "I am too little--" was Daisy's humble and regretful reply.
"Nobody is too little, who is old enough to know what Jesus has done and to love him for it, and to be his servant.

Do you love him, Daisy ?" "Yes, Mr.Dinwiddie." A very soft but a very clear answer; and so was the answer of the eyes raised to his.

To Daisy's great joy, he did not let go her hand when they got out of the church.

Instead of that, keeping it fast, he allowed Miss Underwood to go on a little before them, and then he lingered with Daisy along the shady, overarched walks of Melbourne grounds, into which they presently turned.