"But how could I forget!" said Daisy. "And _he_ did not have a second
breakfast either. I am so sorry!" Daisy's hands fell from her own
dainties.
"There is nothing here fit for him," said Preston. "I dare say he has
his own pockets full."
"They were full of water, the last thing," said Daisy, quaintly.
Preston could not help laughing. "My dear Daisy," he said, "I hope you
are not getting soft-hearted on the subject of servants?"
"How, Preston?"
"Don't;--because it is foolish."
"But Preston," said Daisy, looking earnestly at his handsome pleasant
face which she liked very much,--"don't you know what the Bible says?"
"No."
It says, "The rich and the poor meet together; the Lord is the maker of
them all."
"Well," said Preston, "that don't mean that he made them all alike."
"Then if they are not made alike, what is the difference?"
"Good gracious!" said Preston; "do you often ask such questions, Daisy?
I hope you are not going to turn out a Mrs. Child, or a philanthropist,
or anything of that sort?"
"I am not going to be a Mrs. Anybody," said Daisy; "but why don't you
answer me?"
"Where did you get hold of those words?"
"What words?"
"Those words that you quoted to me about rich and poor.
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