"Oh, Preston! he is a good man—he is a servant of God; he will wear a crown of gold in heaven; and you have dared to touch him."
"Why, hoity, toity!" said Preston, "what concern of mine is all that! All I know is, that he did not do what I ordered him."
"What did you order him?"
"I ordered him not to show you the saddle I had got for you, till I was here. I was going to surprise you. I am provoked at him!"
"I am surprised," I said. But feeling how little I prevailed with Preston, and being weak in body as well as mind, I could not keep back the tears. I began to walk on again, though they blinded me.
"Daisy, don't be foolish. If Darry is to wear two crowns in the other world, he is a servant in this, all the same; and he must do his duty."
"I asked for the saddle," I said.
"Why, Daisy, Daisy!" Preston exclaimed, "don't be such a child. You know nothing about it. I didn't touch Darry to hurt him."
"It was a sort of hurt that if he had not been a Christian he would have made you sorry for."
"He knows I would shoot him if he did," said Preston coolly.