"That plowing could be so managed as not to disfigure the landscape----" "The dunce!" she said.
"That he could plow or do dirtier work, and not be repulsive----" "The idiot!" she said.
"That if he came over there, and plowed right under your nose, when you'd told him he mustn't, or he couldn't be more than friends; and when you knew that he'd much rather die and be laid beside the little sisters up there in the cemetery than to NOT be more than friends, why, you'd see, if he did THAT, he couldn't help it, that he just MUST.
That he was FORCED----" "The soldier!" she said.
"Oh Princess, he didn't want to!" I cried.

"He tells me secrets he doesn't any one else, unless you.

He told me how he hated it; but he just had to do it." "Do you know WHY ?" "Of course! It's the way he's MADE! Father is like that! He has chances to live in cities, make big business deals, and go to the legislature at Indianapolis; I've seen his letters from his friend Oliver P.Morton, our Governor, you know; they're in his chest till now; but father can't do it, because he is made so he stays at home and works for us, and this farm, and township, and county where he belongs.
He says if all men will do that the millennium will come to-morrow.

I 'spose you know what the millennium is ?" "I do!" said the Princess.

"But I don't know what your father and his friend Oliver P.Morton have to do with Laddie." "Why, everything on earth! Laddie is father's son, you see, and he is made like father.