This was not like her father's ferule, which Daisy could bear in silence, if tears would come; her mother's handling forced cries from her; though smothered and kept under in a way that shewed the child's self-command.
"What have you to say to me ?" Mrs.Randolph responded, without waiting for the answer.

But Daisy had none to give.

At length her mother paused.
"Will you do what I bid you ?" Daisy was unable to speak for tears--and perhaps for fear.

The wrinkles on June's brow were strangely folded together with agitation; but nobody saw them.
"Will you sing for me next Sunday ?" repeated Mrs.Randolph.
There was a struggle in the child's heart, as great almost as a child's heart can bear.

The answer came, when it came, tremblingly-- "I can't, mamma." "You cannot ?" said Mrs.Randolph.
"I can't, mamma." The chastisement which followed was so severe, that June was moved out of all the habits of her life, to interfere in another's cause.