It is the will of God."
"Take care, Daisy," said her father. "You are not to say
that. My will will never oppose itself to that authority you
speak of."
"Papa, I only want to obey that."
"But remember, I must be the judge."
"Papa," said Daisy, eagerly, "won't this do? If I think
something is in the Bible, mayn't I bring it to you to see?"
"Yes."
"And if you think it _is_ there, then will you let me do it?"
"Do what?"
"Do what the Bible says, papa."
"I think I may promise that, Daisy," said Mr. Randolph; though
dubiously, as not quite certain what he was promising; "so
long as I am the judge."
"Then that will do, papa! That is nice."
Daisy's countenance expressed such utter content at this
arrangement, that Mr. Randolph looked grave.
"Now you have talked and excited yourself enough for to-day,"
he said. "You must be quiet."
"Mayn't I tell mamma when she comes?"
"What, Daisy?"
"I mean what I have told you, papa."
"No. Wait till to-morrow. Why do you wish to tell her, Daisy?"
"Papa, I think I ought to tell her. I want her to know."
"You have very uncompromising notions of duty. But this duty
can wait till another day."
Daisy had to wait more than a day for her opportunity; her
mother's next visits were too bustling and unsatisfactory, as
well as too short, to promise her any good chance of being
heard.
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