If she could not go to Sunday-school herself, she might teach somebody else yet more needy; that would be the next best thing.

Sunday afternoon--it looked bright to Daisy; but then her heart sank; Sunday evening would be near.

What should she do?
She could not settle it in her mind what was right; between her mother's anger and her father's love, Daisy could not see what was just the plumb line of duty.

Singing would gain a hundred dollars' worth of good; and not singing would disobey her mother and displease her father; but then came the words of one that Daisy honoured more than father and mother--"Remember that thou keep holy the Sabbath day;" and she could not tell what to do..