"They were full of water, the last thing," said Daisy, quaintly.
Preston could not help laughing. "My dear Daisy," he said, "I hope you are not getting soft-hearted on the subject of servants?"
"How, Preston?"
"Don't;—because it is foolish."
"But Preston," said Daisy, looking earnestly at his handsome pleasant face which she liked very much,—"don't you know what the Bible says?"
"No."
It says, "The rich and the poor meet together; the Lord is the maker of them all."
"Well," said Preston, "that don't mean that he made them all alike."
"Then if they are not made alike, what is the difference?"
"Good gracious!" said Preston; "do you often ask such questions, Daisy? I hope you are not going to turn out a Mrs. Child, or a philanthropist, or anything of that sort?"