"
"You do not. I supposed that. Now you will go on and tell me
what you mean by a Christian."
"It means," said Daisy, her eyes filling with tears, "it means
a person who loves the Lord Jesus and obeys Him."
"I hope you are gratified, Mr. Randolph," said the lady, "with
this specimen of the new Christianity. Dutiful and respectful
are happily united; along with a pleasant mixture of modesty.
What do you expect me to do, Daisy, with this announcement of
yours?"
"Nothing, mamma," said Daisy, faintly.
"I suppose you think that my Christianity must accommodate
itself to yours? Did you expect that?"
"No, mamma."
"It would be very foolish of you; for the fact will be the
other way. Yours must accommodate itself to mine."
"I only wanted you to know what mine is, mamma."
"Yours is what mine is, Daisy. What I think right for you,
that you are to do. I will not hear a whimper from you again
about what you are — do you understand? Not again. I have
listened to you this time, but this is the last. If I hear
another syllable like this, about what you are or your
Christianity, I shall know how to chastise it out of you. You
are nothing at all, but my Daisy; you are a Jewess, if I
choose to have it so.
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