The Squire whistled. “Didn't your father think it was worth more than that?”
“Yes, sir, but he didn't think he could get any more. He said—”
“What did he say?”
“He said that a poor seller was the slave of a rich buyer; but I think—” Jerome hesitated. He was not used yet to expressing his independent thought.
“Go on,” said the Squire.
“I think it works both ways, and the poor man is the slave either way, whether he buys or sells,” said the boy, half defiantly, half timidly.
“I guess you're about right,” said the Squire, looking at him curiously. “Ever hear your uncle Ozias Lamb say anything like that?”
“No, sir.”
“Thought it yourself, eh?”
“Yes, sir.”