"One feels inclined to wonder what we have done that we should have exemption from the charge laid upon the first tiller of the soil that we, and the men who are plodding through the dust there, are descended from." Miss Barrington laughed a little as she glanced with a nod of comprehension at the distant toilers, and more gravely towards the net.
Merry voices came up to her through the shadows of the trees as English lad and English maiden, lissom and picturesque in many-hued jackets and light dresses, flitted across the little square of velvet green.

The men had followed the harrow and seeder a while that morning.

Some of them, indeed, had for a few hours driven a team, and then left the rest to the hired hands, for the stress and sweat of effort that was to turn the wilderness into a granary was not for such as they.
"Don't you think it is all made up to those others ?" she asked.
"In one sense--yes," said the girl.

"Of course, one can see that all effort must have its idealistic aspect, and there may be men who find their compensation in the thrill of the fight, and the knowledge of work well done when they rest at night.

Still, I fancy most of them only toil to eat, and their views are not revealed to us.