"
"I thought you said they were in Mr. Lamb's field?"
"So they be."
"Then they are his nuts. You would not like anybody to take them, if
they belonged to you."
"It don't make no odds," said Hephzibah sturdily, but looking down at
the same time. "He'll get it out of us some other way."
"Get it out of you?" said Daisy.
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"
"He gets it out of everybody," said Hephzibah. "Tain't no odds."
"But Hephzibah, if those trees were yours, would you like to have Mr.
Lamb come and take the nuts away?"
"No. I'd get somebody to shoot him."
Daisy hardly knew how to go along with her discourse; Hephzibah's
erratic opinions started up so fast. She looked at her little rough
pupil in absolute dismay. Hephzibah shewed no consciousness of having
said anything remarkable. Very sturdy she looked; very assured in her
judgment. Daisy eyed her rough bristling hair, with an odd kind of
feeling that it would not be more difficult to comb down into smoothness
than the unregulated thoughts of her mind. She must begin gently. But
Daisy's eyes grew most wistfully earnest.
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