‘Absolutely. I take my oath to it.’
This made her thoughtful. Presently she said, with a little sigh:
‘I wish I could live there.’
I had merely meant to furnish her a standard of values which she could understand; but my purpose had miscarried. I had only given her the impression that whales were cheap and plenty in New York, and set her mouth to watering for them. It seemed best to try to mitigate the evil which I had done, so I said:
‘But you wouldn’t care for whale-meat if you lived there. Nobody does.’
‘What!’
‘Indeed they don’t.’
‘Why don’t they?’
‘Wel-l-l, I hardly know. It’s prejudice, I think. Yes, that is it—just prejudice. I reckon somebody that hadn’t anything better to do started a prejudice against it, some time or other, and once you get a caprice like that fairly going, you know it will last no end of time.’
‘That is true—perfectly true,’ said the girl, reflectively. ‘Like our prejudice against soap, here—our tribes had a prejudice against soap at first, you know.’