But I cannot have you rude." Daisy kissed her father, who had been extremely gentle and tender with her, and went off to her room.

Mr.Randolph's brow looked moody.
"Have you brought Daisy's ideas into order ?" asked his wife, who had been engaged in conversation with Dr.Sandford.
"She has rather brought confusion into mine," said the gentleman.
"What is the matter ?" "Truth and Daisy, versus civility and the world.

And it is not easy to make a child comprehend some of the fine distinctions we are accustomed to draw.

White and black are _very_ white and black, to such eyes, and no allowance is made for a painter's lights and shades." "She must make allowance for what your eyes see," said Mrs.Randolph.
Mr.Randolph made no answer.
"Daisy is entirely changed," her mother went on,--"and is become utterly obstinate and unmanageable.

Perfectly self-important too--she thinks there is no wisdom now but her own.