Were they mining coal or building ships, catching fish or ploughing furrows in God's green earth?
Out of my darkness I stammered, "Principal industries, agriculture and fish-building--" "That will _do_, Calvin! You may remain after school to-night." I had never less liked the way she said this, as if it were a boon at which I would snatch, instead of a penalty imposed.
Solon Denney followed me, glibly enumerating the industries of a great and busy state.

But I could not listen.

Phantom-like in my poor mind floated a wordless conviction that, however it might once have been, the state would immediately abandon its industries now that she had come away from it.

I beheld its considerable area desolated, the forges cold, the hammers stilled, the fields overgrown, the ships rotting at their docks, the stalwart mechanics drooping idly above their unfinished tasks.

It was not possible to suppose that any one could feel, in a state which she had left, that interest which good work demands.
My disgrace brought me respite for fresh adventure.