"Think so! Why, Daisy, positively I was inclined to bless gunpowder for the minute, for having brought me here. Now if you would only sing something else - Don't you know anything from Norma, or II Trovatore?"
"They would be rather out of place here."
"Not a bit of it. Create a soul under the ribs - Well, this is vile tea."
"Hush, Preston; you know the tea is good, like everything else here."
"I know no such thing. There is nothing good in this place, - except you, - and I suppose that is the reason you have chosen it for your abode. I can't imagine how Aunt Randolph came to let you, though."
"She let me come to take care of you."
"I'm not worth it. What's a man good for, when there is only half of him left? I should like just to get into one other field, and let powder take the other half."
"Hush, Preston! hush; you must not talk so. There's your mother."
"My mother won't think much of me now, I don't know why she should. You never did, even when I was myself."
"I think just as much of you now as ever, Preston. You might be much more than your old self, if you would."