"
"What, you mean her religious notions? How came she by them, pray?"
"Why there was a person here--a connexion of Mrs. Sandford's--that set
up a Sunday school in the woods; and Daisy went to it for a month or
two, before I thought anything about it, or about him. Then I found she
was beginning to ask questions, and I took her away."
"Is asking questions generally considered a sign of danger?" said Gary
McFarlane.
"What was that about her singing the other night?" said Mrs. Gary--"that
had something to do with the same thing, hadn't it?"
"Refused to sing an opera song because it was Sunday."
"Ridiculous!" said Mrs. Gary. "I'll try to make her see it so
herself--if I get a chance. She is a sensible child."
Mr. Randolph was walking up and down the room, and had not spoken a
word. A little time after he found himself nearly alone with Mrs.
Randolph, the others having scattered away. He paused near his wife's
sofa.
"Daisy is failing," he said. "She has lost more this week than she had
gained in the two months before."
Mrs. Randolph made no answer, and did not even move her handsome head,
or her delicate hands.
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