"
"I thought — by and by — she might learn to like it," Daisy
said, in the most sedately meek way possible.
Her father could not forbear a smile.
"But, Daisy, from what you tell me, I am at a loss to
understand the part that all this could have had in your
happiness."
"Oh, papa — she is so miserable!" was Daisy's answer.
Mr. Randolph drew her close and kissed her.
"_You_ are not miserable?"
"No, papa — but —"
"But what?"
"I would like to give her a little bit of comfort."
There was much earnestness, and a little sorrow, in Daisy's
eyes.
"I am not sure that it is right for you to go to such places."
"Papa, may I show you something?" said the child, with sudden
life.
"Anything, Daisy."
She rushed away; was gone a full five minutes; then came
softly to Mr. Randolph's shoulder with an open book in her
hand. It was Joanna's Bible, for Daisy did not dare bring her
own; and it was open at these words —
"Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so
to them."
"What does this mean, Daisy? It seems very plain; but what do
I want with it?"
"Only, papa, that is what makes me think it is right."
"What is right?"
"To do this, papa.
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