"I am thinking, what will He say to us for handling them so."
"What would you do for them, Daisy?"
"All I could, papa," I said softly.
"How much could you, do you suppose?"
"Papa, I would not stop as long as there was anything more to be done."
"I suppose you would begin by setting them all free?"
"Wouldn't you wish it, papa, for yourself and me, if we were two of them? - and for mamma and Ransom, if they were two more?"
"You are mistaken in thinking it is a parallel case. They do not wish for liberty as we should."
"Then it only shows how much harm the want of liberty has done them already. But they wish for it quite enough, papa; quite enough. It breaks my heart to think how much they do wish for it."
"My child, you do not know what you are talking about!" papa answered; half worried, I thought, and half impatient. "In the first place, they would not be better off if they were set free; though you think they would; and in the second place, do you know how it would affect our own condition?"