"Papa," said Daisy as they sat down, "I want to ask you about
something."
"What is it?"
"When I was in the chaise, driving Loupe the other day, papa, I heard
something that I could not understand."
"Did you?"
"It was two men that passed me on the road; I heard one say to the other
as I went by, that it was your carriage, and then he said that
'Randolph's folks were a good deal _stuck up_;'--what did he mean,
papa?"
"Nothing of any consequence, Daisy."
"But why did he say it, papa?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I did not understand it nor like it, papa; I wanted to know what he
meant."
"It is hardly worth talking about, Daisy. It is the way those who have
not enough in the world are very apt to talk of others who are better
off than themselves."
"Why, papa?"
"They were poor men, I suppose, weren't they?"
"Yes papa--working men."
"That class of people, my dear, are very apt to have a grudge against
the rich."
"For what, papa?"
"For being able to live better than they do."
"Why papa! do poor people generally feel so?"
"Very often, I think.
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