"
"But papa, —" said Daisy, and stopped. It was no place or time
for talking about the matter, though her father spoke low. She
did not want even Dr. Sandford to hear.
"What is it, Daisy?"
"Yes," said the doctor, "I should like to know what the
argument is."
"Papa," said Daisy, awesomely, — "there is a _place_ prepared
for the devil and his angels."
Mr. Randolph was silent now. But he felt again that Daisy was
nervously excited, by the quiver that passed over her little
frame.
"So you think, Daisy," said the doctor leaning towards her, —
"that the white and the black spirits have a fight over the
people of this world?"
Daisy hesitated, struggled, quivered with the feeling and the
excitement which were upon her, tried for self-command and
words to answer. Mr. Randolph saw it all and did not hurry
her, though she hesitated a good deal.
"You think they have a quarrel for us?" repeated the doctor.
"I don't know, Dr. Sandford —" Daisy answered, in a strangely
tender and sober voice. It was strange to her two hearers.
"But you believe in the white spirits, I suppose, as well as
in the other branch of the connexion?"
"Papa," said Daisy, her feeling breaking a little through her
composure so much as to bring a sort of cry into her voice —
"there is joy among the angels of heaven whenever anybody
grows good! —"
She had turned to her father as she spoke and threw her arms
round his neck, hiding her face, with a clinging action that
told somewhat of that which was at work in her mind.
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