In a good deal of wonder Daisy repeated, "Mamma ?" "You put up your hand and sat with your eyes covered--did you not, just now ?" "Yes, mamma."-- No need to bid anybody look and listen now; the rosy flush that had spread itself all over Daisy's pale cheeks sufficiently aroused curiosity.
"I notice that you do so before every meal--is it not the case ?" "Yes, mamma." Dr.Sandford could hear the caught breath.

He did not look, except by a glance, but he listened.
"What does that mean, Daisy ?" "Mamma ?"--said the child in distress.
"I ask you, what that means?
what is it for ?" "Mamma--may I come round there and speak to you ?" "Certainly not.

Sit still in your place and answer." But Daisy was silent, very flushed.
"Do you hear, Daisy?
what does that action mean?
I wish to know." "Mamma, may I speak to you in private and tell you ?" "Are you ashamed of it?
are you ashamed to tell me ?" "No, mamma." "Then do it at once." But everybody waited in vain to hear the answer.

It did not come.
"I shall not ask you again, Daisy." "Mamma," said the child low and modestly, but with steadiness,--"I was praying." "Praying! were you! Why do you choose that particular time for your private devotions ?" It was almost too much.

The tears started in Daisy's eyes; but presently she answered,--"Because God is good to us, mamma." "He is always good," said Mrs.Randolph.