I put it into her head." "Where did you get it ?" Daisy looked troubled and puzzled, and did not answer till her father said "Speak." Then nestling up to him with her head on his breast, a favourite position, she said, "I got it from different sources, I think, papa." "Let us hear, for instance." "I think, partly from the Bible, papa--and partly from what we were talking of yesterday." "I wish you would shew me where you found it in the Bible.

I don't remember a strawberry feast there." "Do you mean it in earnest, papa ?" "Yes." Daisy walked off for a Bible--not her own--and after some trouble found a place which she shewed her father; and he read aloud, "When thou makest a dinner or a supper, call not thy friends nor thy brethren, neither thy kinsmen, nor thy rich neighbours; lest they also bid thee again, and a recompense be made thee.

But when thou makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind; and thou shalt be blessed; for they cannot recompense thee; for thou shalt be recompensed at the resurrection of the just." Mr.Randolph closed the book and laid it on the table, and drew his little daughter again within his arms.
"That child is in a way to get ruined!" said Mrs.Randolph energetically.
"But Daisy, our work people are not lame or blind--how will they do ?" said her father.
"They are poor, papa.

I would like to have the others too, but we can't have everybody." Mr.Randolph kissed the little mouth that was lifted so near his own, and went on.
"Do you think then it is wrong to have our friends and neighbours?
Shall we write to your aunt and cousins, and Gary McFarlane and Capt.
Drummond, to stay away ?" "No, papa," said Daisy smiling, and her smile was very sweet,--"you know I don't mean that.

I would like to have them all; but I would like the feast made for the other people." "You will let the rest of us have some strawberries ?" "If there are enough, papa.