Her mother _had_.
"Papa--" "Well?
Let us get to the end of this difficulty if we can." "I am afraid we cannot, papa.

Because if you had told me to do a thing so, you would mean it just so, and I should do it." Mr.Randolph wrapped his arms round Daisy and brought her close to his breast.

"Look here, Daisy," said he--"tell me.

Do you really try to give thanks everywhere, and for all things, as the word says ?" "I do not _try_, papa--I like to do it." "Do you give thanks for _everything_ ?" "I think I do, papa; for everything that gives me pleasure." "For Mrs.Sandford's invitation to-day, for instance ?" "O yes, papa," said Daisy smiling.
He brought the little head down within reach of his lips and kissed it a good many times.
"I wish my little Daisy would not think so much." "I think only to know what is right to do, papa." "It is right to mind mamma and me, and let us think for you." "And the Bible, papa ?" "You are quite growing an old woman a good while before the time." Daisy kissed him with good child-like kisses, laying her little head in his neck and clasping her arms around him; for all that, her heart was busy yet.
"Papa," she said, "what do you think is right for me to do ?" "Thinking exhausts me, Daisy.

It is too hot to-day for such an exercise." Daisy drew back and looked at him, with one hand resting on his shoulder.