"Papa, - do you?"
"Yes. I think our countrymen are right, and of course I wish that they should have their rights."
"Papa," said I, "don't you think it must be very strong reasons that can justify so dreadful a thing as a war?"
"Undoubtedly; but the preservation of liberty is one of the strongest that can be conceived."
"Papa - you know I want liberty for the blacks."
"It is like you, my dear child," my father said, after pausing a minute; "it is like your generous nature; but Daisy, I think those people do not want it for themselves."
"Papa, if they did not, I should think it would be one of the strongest arguments on my side; but I am sure they do. I know a great many of them that do."
"Did not you, perhaps, bring about that desire in them, by your kind and possibly somewhat misjudged indulgences?"
"No indeed, papa; it was our overseer, with his wicked ways.
That Mr. Edwards is dreadful, papa!"
"All overseers are not good," said my father with a sigh. "The people at Magnolia are as well treated, on the whole, - as they can be anywhere, I think, - I hope."