Her father's languid eye watched the little white figure coming towards him, book in hand; the gentle eager step, the slight flush on the cheek; till she took her seat beside him.
"What have you got there, Daisy ?" he asked.
"Papa--my Bible." "Well--what are you going to read ?" "I don't know, papa--" said Daisy doubtfully.

What would come next?
"Do you remember your picture, the 'Game of Life' ?" "Yes, papa." "Do you remember your talk about good and evil spirits ?" "Yes, sir." "Find me the grounds of your philosophy." Daisy thought what that might mean, and guessed at it.

She turned to the twenty-fifth chapter of Matthew, a favourite chapter, and read the parable of the sheep and the goats.

The servant had withdrawn; Daisy and her father were alone.

There was a moment's pause when she had done.
"Is that all ?" said Mr.Randolph.
"That is all of _this_, papa." "There is nothing there about the rejoicings of the good spirits,"-- said Mr.Randolph.
Daisy's fingers trembled, she hardly knew why, as she turned over the leaves to find the place.