But Mr.Randolph let the assertion drop.
"Mamma," said Daisy, "what is an original ?" "Something your aunt says you are.

Do you like some of this _biscuit_, Daisy ?" "If you please, mamma.

And mamma, what do you mean by a fanatic ?" "Something that I will not have you," said her mother, with knitting brow again.
Daisy slowly eat her biscuit-glace and wondered.

Wondered what it could be that Mr.Dinwiddie was and that her mother was determined she should not be.
Mr.Dinwiddie was a friend of poor people--was that what her mother meant?
He was a devoted, unflinching servant of Christ;--"so will I be," said Daisy to herself; "so I am now; for I have given the Lord Jesus all I have got, and I don't want to take anything back.

Is that what mamma calls being a fanatic ?"--Daisy's meditations were broken off; for a general stir round the table made her look up.
The table was cleared, and the servants were bringing on the fruit; and with the fruit they were setting on the table a beautiful old fashioned silver epergne, that was never used but for great occasions.