"Certainly."
"What right have you to shoot a man for doing no worse than you do? I would rather somebody would knock me down, than do what you did yesterday." And my heart swelled within me.
"Come, Daisy, be a little sensible!" said Preston, who was in a fume of impatience. "Do you think there is no difference between me and an old nigger?"
"A great deal of difference," I said. "He is old and good; and you are young, and I wish you were as good as Darry. And then he can't help himself without perhaps losing his place, no matter how you insult him. I think it is cowardly."
"Insult!" said Preston. "Lose his place! Heavens and earth, Daisy! are you such a simpleton?"
"You insulted him badly yesterday. I wondered how he bore it of you; only Darry is a Christian."
"A fiddlestick!" said Preston impatiently. "He knows he must bear whatever I choose to give him; and therein he is wiser than you are."
"Because he is a Christian," said I.
"I don't know whether he is a Christian or not; and it is nothing to the purpose. I don't care what he is."