"
"Well, but, are you in want of somebody to come and make you
happy?"
"Oh, no, papa — but if I were in her place, then I should be."
"Do you suppose this commands us to do in every case what we
would like ourselves in the circumstances?"
"Papa — I suppose so — if it wouldn't be something wrong."
"At that rate, I should have to let you go with your rose-
bush," said Mr. Randolph.
"Oh, papa!" said Daisy, "do you think, if you asked her, mamma
would perhaps say I might?"
"Can't tell, Daisy — I think I shall try my powers of
persuasion."
For answer to which, Daisy clasped her arms round his neck and
gave him some very earnest caresses, comprised in one great
kiss and a clinging of her little head in his neck for the
space of half a minute. It meant a great deal; so much that
Mr. Randolph was unable for the rest of the day to get rid of
a sort of lingering echo of Daisy's Bible words; they haunted
him, and haunted him with a strange sense of the house being
at cross purposes, and Daisy's line of life lying quite
athwart and contrary to all the rest. "Whatsoever ye would
that men should do unto you;" — who else at Melbourne
considered that for one moment?
However, Mr.
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