She did not dare urge any more in words; her look spoke her anxious, disappointed questioning of her father's meaning.

Perhaps he did not care to meet such a gaze of inquiry, for he pulled her down again in his arms.
"I do not want you to be an old woman." "But, papa--that is not the thing." "I will not have it, Daisy." "Papa," she said with a small laugh, "what shall I do to help it?
I do not know how I came to be an old woman." "Go off and play with Nora Dinwiddie.

Are you ready to go ?" "Yes, papa--except my hat and gloves." "Do not think anymore to-day.

I will think for you by and by.

But Daisy, why should you and I set ourselves up to be better than other people ?" "How, papa ?" "Do you know anybody else that lives up to your views on the subject of thanksgiving ?" "O yes, papa." "Who ?" Daisy softly said, "Juanita does, papa, I think." "A poor ignorant woman, Daisy, and very likely full of superstitions.
Her race often are." "What is a superstition, papa ?" "A religious notion which has no foundation in truth." "Then papa, can it be superstition to do just what God tells us to do ?" "You are too deep for me, Daisy," said Mr.Randolph languidly.