Her heart yearned towards her father.

He was so very gentle and tender in his manner with her, more than ever, Daisy thought; she felt that the love between them was growing strong and deep even beyond what it used to be.

And while he knew nothing of the joy that filled her own heart, and while he refused obedience to the laws that she knew were binding on him as well as on her, he must be also, she knew, without the favour and blessing of God.
He had no part in it; nothing to do with it; and Daisy's heart swelled with childish sorrow and longing.

She had thought a great deal about it, and concluded that she must bear "the message," even plainly in words, to her father, before she could feel satisfied.

Little hands might take the message, Juanita had said; so humbly Daisy's took it; and then she prayed that it might not be for nothing.