"Papa," I said low, - "it has nothing to do with the question.
I do not care."
"You would care."
"I care for this other more, papa."
"Daisy, understand. Instead of being well off, you would be poor; you would be poor. The Southern estates would be worth nothing without hands to cultivate them; and my Northern estates will go to your brother."
"I should never be rich in the way you think, papa."
"How so?"
"I would never be rich in that way."
"What would you do?"
"I would be poor."
"It is not so easy to do as to talk about," said my father.
"At the present time, Daisy, - I suppose, if you had your
will, you would set at liberty at once all the people on the
Magnolia plantations?"