"
She wondered in her simplicity why they were not; but her
questions had already ventured pretty far; she did not dare
count too much upon her father's gentleness. She stood looking
at him with unsatisfied eyes.
"In one sense we receive everything we have from the bounty of
Heaven."
"Yes, papa."
"If your wish were carried out, we should be covering our
faces all the time — if that formality is needed in giving
thanks."
Daisy had thoughts, but she was afraid to utter them. She
looked at Mr. Randolph with the same unsatisfied eyes.
"Do you see, Daisy?"
"No, papa."
"Don't you!" said Mr. Randolph, smiling. "Difficulties still
unsolved. Can you state them, Daisy?"
"Papa, you said I might show you in the Bible things — do you
remember?"
"Things? What things?"
"Papa, if I wanted to do things that I thought were right —
you promised that if you thought they were in the Bible, I
might do as it said."
"Humph!" — said Mr. Randolph, with a very doubtful sort of a
grunt, between displeasure at his own word, and annoyance at
the trouble it might bring upon him. Nevertheless, he
remembered the promise. Daisy went on timidly.
"When you get up — by and by, papa, — may I show you what is
in the Bible?"
"You need not wait till I get up — show it to me now.
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