"What?" said I, opening my eyes.
"Your nonsense. Has he taught you to turn Abolitionist?"
"I have not _turned_ at all," I said. "I wish you would. It is
only the people who are in the wrong that ought to turn."
"Daisy," said Preston, "you ought never to be away from aunt
Felicia and my uncle. Nobody else can manage you. I don't know
what you will become or what you will do, before they get
back."
I was silent; and Preston, I suppose, cooled down. He waited
awhile, and then again begged that I would kiss and be
friends. "You see, I am going away to- morrow morning, little
Daisy."
"I wish you had gone two days ago," I said.
And my mind did not change, even when the morning came.
CHAPTER V.
IN THE KITCHEN.
I was ill for days. It was not due to one thing, doubtless,
nor one sorrow; but the whole together. My aunt sent to
Baytown for the old family physician. He came up and looked at
me; and decided that I ought to "play" as much as possible!
"She isn't a child that likes play," said my aunt.
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