"Tell me — can't they do what they like with
their wages?"
"I don't think they have wages enough to 'do what they like'
exactly," said Preston. "Why, they would 'Iike' to do nothing.
These black fellows are the laziest things living. They would
'like' to lie in the sun all day long."
"What wages does Darry have?" I asked.
"Now, Daisy, this is none of your business. Come, let us go
into the house and let it alone."
"I want to know, first," said I.
"Daisy, I never asked. What have I to do with Darry's wages?"
"I will ask himself," I said; and I turned about to go to the
stables.
"Stop, Daisy," cried Preston. "Daisy, Daisy! you are the most
obstinate Daisy that ever was, when once you have taken a
thing in your head. Daisy, what have you to do with all this.
Look here — these people don't want wages."
"Don't want wages!" I repeated.
"No; they don't want them. What would they do with wages? they
have everything they need given them already; their food and
their clothing and their houses.
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