Daisy went
musing on while her father gave his orders, and when they were again
safe out of hearing she spoke. "Papa, do you suppose Michael and Andrew
and John, and all your own people, feel so about you?"
"I think it is likely, Daisy. I can't hope to escape better than my
neighbours."
"But, papa, they don't look so, nor act so?"
"Not before me. They do not wish to lose their places."
"Papa,--couldn't something be done to make them feel better?"
"Why Daisy," said her father laughing, "are you going to turn
reformer?"
"I don't know what that is, papa."
"A thankless office, my dear. If you could make all the world wise, it
would do, but fools are always angry with you for trying it."
The conversation ended and left Daisy greatly mystified. Her father's
people not liking him?--the poor having ill will against the rich, and a
grudge against their pleasant things?--it was very melancholy! Daisy
thought about it a great deal that day; and had a very great talk on the
subject with Nora, who without a quarter of the interest had much more
knowledge about it than Daisy.
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