"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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