It's true we've plenty, so Mr.Whitman don't need to lift his finger, if he don't want to, but a man can't set down, day in and day out, and suck his thumbs when he's been used to working all his life.
Some folks are lazy by choice, and some folks work by choice.

Mr.
Whitman is one of them." Mrs.Jim Jones felt fairly defrauded.

"Then you don't feel bad ?" said she, in a crestfallen way.
"Nobody feels bad here," said Sylvia.

"I guess nobody in East Westland feels bad unless it's you, and nobody wants you to." After Mrs.Jim Jones had gone, Sylvia went into her bedroom and sat down in a rocking-chair by the one window.

Under the window grew a sweetbrier rose-bush.