"My dear Daisy," said Preston, "you are talking of what you just utterly don't understand; and I am a fool for bothering you with it. Come! let us make it up and be friends."
He stooped to kiss me, but I stepped back.
"Stop," I said. "Tell me—can't they do what they like with their wages?"
"I don't think they have wages enough to 'do what they like' exactly," said Preston. "Why, they would 'like' to do nothing. These black fellows are the laziest things living. They would 'like' to lie in the sun all day long."
"What wages does Darry have?" I asked.
"Now, Daisy, this is none of your business. Come, let us go into the house and let it alone."
"I want to know, first," said I.
"Daisy, I never asked. What have I to do with Darry's wages?"
"I will ask himself," I said; and I turned about to go to the stables.