"Who sold them at first?"
"Who first? Oh, the people that brought them over from Africa,
I suppose; or the people in their own country that sold them
to _them_."
"They had no right to sell them," I said.
"Can't tell about that," said Preston. "We bought them. I
suppose we had a right to do that."
"But if the fathers and mothers were bought," I insisted,
"that gives us no right to have their children."
"I would like you to ask aunt Felicia or my uncle Randolph
such a question," said Preston. "Just see how they would like
the idea of giving up all their property! Why you would be as
poor as Job, Daisy."
"The land would be here all the same."
"Much good the land would do you, without people to work it."
"But other people could be hired as well as these," I said,
"if any of these wanted to go away."
"No they couldn't. White people cannot bear the climate nor do
the work. The crops cannot be raised without coloured labour."
"I do not understand," said I, feeling my child's head
puzzled.
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