Daisy stopped at
a little distance; and June took care to leave the door ajar.
"Daisy," said Mrs. Randolph, "I want in the first place an
explanation of last night's behaviour."
"Mamma, I am very sorry to have offended you!" said Daisy,
pressing both hands together upon her breast to keep herself
quiet.
"Looks like it," said Mrs. Randolph; and yet she did see and
feel the effect of the night's work upon the child. "Go on; —
tell me why you disobeyed me last night."
"It was Sunday —" said Daisy, softly.
"Sunday! — well, what of that? what of Sunday?"
"That song — wasn't a Sunday song."
"What do you mean by a Sunday song?"
"I mean" — Daisy was on dangerous ground, and she knew it, —
"I mean, one of those songs that God likes to hear people sing
on His day."
"Who is to be judge?" said Mrs. Randolph, — "you or I?"
"Mamma," said Daisy, "I will do everything else in the world
you tell me!"
"You will have to do everything else and this too. Isn't there
a commandment about children obeying their mothers."
"Yes, ma'am."
"That is the very first commandment I mean you shall obey,"
said Mrs. Randolph, rousing herself enough to bring one foot
to the floor.
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