'We haven't had any rain to speak of for a couple of months, and that bit of wheat of ours is beginning to go back.

The oats look better.' 'Now I think of it,' put in Jim, 'Dick Dawson came in from outside, and he said things are shocking bad; all the frontage bare already, and the water drying up.' 'It's always the way,' I said, bitter-like.

'As soon as a poor man's got a chance of a decent crop, the season turns against him or prices go down, so that he never gets a chance.' 'It's as bad for the rich man, isn't it ?' said George.

'It's God's will, and we can't make or mend things by complaining.' 'I don't know so much about that,' I said sullenly.

'But it's not as bad for the rich man.