"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 showed 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.
"Would you shoot Mr. Lamb for taking away your nuts?"
"Just as lieves."
"Then, how do you think he would feel about your taking his
nuts?"
"I don't care!"
"But, Hephzibah, listen. Do you know what the Bible says? It
says, that we must do to other people just what we would like
to have them do to us in the same things."
"Then he oughtn't to have sot such a price on his meat," said
Hephzibah.
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