A great many other heads came off; for the
same reason."
"Preston, I don't think the poor would hate that kind of thing
so, if the rich people behaved right."
"How do you think rich people ought to behave." said Preston,
gravely, turning over the engravings.
Daisy's old puzzle came back on her; she was silent.
"Common people always hate the uncommon, Daisy. Now what next?
— Ah! here is what will do. This is beautiful."
"What is it?"
"Portia and Bassanio. He has just got that letter, you know."
"What letter?"
"Why, Antonio's letter. Oh, don't you know the story? Bassanio
was Antonio's friend, and — Oh, dear, it is a long story,
Daisy. You must read it."
"But what is the picture about?"
"This: Bassanio has just this minute been married to Portia,
— the loveliest lady in all the world; that he knew of; and
now comes a letter, just that minute, telling him that his
dear friend Antonio is in great danger of being cut to pieces
through the wickedness of a fellow that he had borrowed money
from. And the money had been borrowed for Bassanio, to set him
up for his courtship — so no wonder he feels rather bad."
"Does she know?"
"No; she is just asking what is the matter.
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