"What will you do, then, mamma."
"I will wait. You do not suppose that the South can be conquered, Daisy? The idea is absurd!"
"But, mamma? -"
"Well?"
"Why is it absurd?"
"Because they are not a people to give up. Don't you know that? They would die first, every man and woman of them."
"But mamma, whatever the spirit of the people may be, numbers and means have to tell upon the question at last."
"Numbers and means!" mamma repeated scornfully. "I tell you, Daisy, the South cannot yield. And as they cannot yield, they must sooner or later succeed. Success always comes at last to those who cannot be conquered."
"What is to become of us in the mean time, mamma?"
"I don't see that it signifies much," she said, relapsing out of the fire with which the former sentences had been pronounced. "I would like to live to see the triumph come."