In the library, I suppose." To the library Daisy went, with trembling steps, in great uncertainty what she was to expect from her father.

It was likely enough that he would say the same as her mother, and insist on the act of submission to be gone through next Sunday; but Daisy had an inward consciousness that her father was likely to come to a point with her sooner than that.

It came even sooner than she expected.
Mr.Randolph was pacing up and down the library when Daisy slowly opened the door.

No one else was there.

He stopped when she came in, and stood looking at her as she advanced towards him.
"Daisy, you disobeyed me last night." "Yes, papa,--but--" "I have but one answer for that sort of thing," said Mr.Randolph, taking a narrow ruler from the library table.