"
"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. They do not generally speak it out
aloud."
"Then, papa," said Daisy, speaking slowly, "how do you know?
What makes you think they feel so?"
Her father smiled at her eagerness and gravity.
"I see it, Daisy, when they do not speak it. They show it in
various ways. Besides, I know their habit of talking among
themselves."
"But papa, that is very bad."
"What?"
"That poor people should feel so. I am sure rich people are
their best friends."
Her father stroked her head fondly, and looked amused.
"They don't believe that, Daisy."
"But _why_ don't they believe it, papa?" said Daisy, growing
more and more surprised.
"I suppose," said Mr. Randolph, rising, "they would be better
satisfied if I gave them my horses and went afoot.
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