She turned, and rising upon her knees, threw her arms round her father's neck and hid her soft little head there.

If tears came Mr.Randolph could not tell; he thought his neck was wet with them.

He let her alone for a little while.
"Daisy----" "Papa----" "Can you talk to me ?" Daisy sank back into her former position.

Her father put his lips down to hers for a long kiss.
"That account is settled," said he; "do you understand?
Now Daisy, tell me what was the matter last night." "Papa, it was Sunday night." "Yes.

Well ?" "And that song--that mamma wanted me to sing"-- Daisy spoke very low,--"was out of an opera; and it was good for any other day, but not for Sunday." "Why not ?" Daisy hesitated, and at last said, "It had nothing to do with Sunday, papa." "But obedience is not out of place on Sunday, is it ?" "No, papa,--except----" "Well, except what ?" "Papa, if God tells me to do one thing, and you tell me another, what shall I do ?" Daisy had hid her face in her father's breast.
"What counter command have you to plead in this case ?" "Papa, may I shew it to you ?" "Certainly." She got down off his lap, twinkling away a tear hastily, and went to the bookcase for the big Bible aforesaid.