"Daisy don't care."
"Yes, I care," I said.
"For shame not to be glad! You see, it is glorious. We have it
all our own way. The impertinence of trying to hold our forts
for us!"
"I don't see anything glorious in fighting," I said.
"Not when you are attacked?"
"We were not attacked," I said. "South Carolina fired the
first guns."
"Good for her!" said Sally. "Brave little South Carolina!
Nobody will meddle with her and come off without cutting his
fingers."
"Nobody did meddle with her," I asserted. "It was _she_ who
meddled, to break the laws and fight against the government."
"What government?" said Sally. "Are we slaves, that we should
be ruled by a government we don't choose? We will have our
own. Do you think South Carolina and Virginia _gentlemen_ are
going to live under a rail-splitter for a President? and take
orders from him?"
"What do you mean by a 'rail-splitter'?"
"I mean this Abe Lincoln the Northern mudsills have picked up
to make a President of. He used to get his living by splitting
rails for a Western fence, Daisy Randolph.
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