Isn't there a commandment about children obeying their mothers ?" "Yes, ma'am." "That is the very first commandment I mean you shall obey," said Mrs.
Randolph, rousing herself enough to bring one foot to the floor.

"You have no business to think whether a thing is right or wrong, that I order you to do; if I order it, that makes it right; and anybody but a fool would tell you so.

You will sing that song from the 'Camp in Silesia' for me next Sunday evening, or I will whip you, Daisy--you may depend upon it.

I have done it before, and I will again; and you know I do not make believe.

Now go to your father." "Where is he, mamma ?" said Daisy, with a perceptible added paleness in her cheek.
"I don't know.