"Dere was man wantin' to buy me—give mighty high price, de overseer said." In excitement Margaret's tongue sometimes grew thick, like those of her neighbours.
"Mr. Edwards has no right to sell anybody away from the place," I insisted, in mixed unbelief and horror.
"Dunno," said Margaret. "Don't make no difference, Miss Daisy. Who care what he do? Dere's Pete's wife—"
"Pete's wife?" said I. "I didn't know Pete was married! What of Pete's wife?"
"Dat doctor will kill me, for sure!" said Margaret, looking at me. "Do, don't, Miss Daisy! The doctor say you must go right to bed, now. See! you ain't got your clothes off."
"Stop," said I. "What about Pete's wife?"
"I done forget. I thought Miss Daisy knowed. Mebbe it's before Miss Daisy come home."
"What?" said I. "What?"
"It's nothin', Miss Daisy. The overseer he done got mad with Pete's wife and he sold her down South, he did."
"Away from Pete?" said I.