He ate rapidly and as though very hungry; but the girl made only a pretence of eating. At last the man looked at her.
"We leave at once," he said. "We are to take the first boat for America. Are you not glad?"
"Very glad, father."
"Why is it you so love America, Kasia?" he asked.
"You also love it, father. It is the land of freedom--even for us poor Poles, it is the land of freedom!"
"The land of freedom!" he echoed. "And I love it, as you say. It is because of that I hasten back; I have in store for her a great honour, which will make her more than ever the land of freedom! For she is not free yet, Kasia--not for poor Poles, nor for poor Jews, nor for the poor of any nation. The poor cannot know freedom--not anywhere in the whole world. They must labour, they must sweat, they may not rest if they would live, for the greater part of what they earn is stolen from them. But I will change all that! Oh, you kn