“Have you anything to complain of?”
“I am content.”
“So you have no complaints whatever to make; everything is quite satisfactory?”
“No, not everything; I have one complaint.”
“What is that?”
“The land is becoming uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable; what does that mean?”
“Why, it is getting too small for us.”
“Too small; in what way?”
“Oh, the villages are springing up everywhere like mushrooms from the soil. One has scarcely room to turn now, and does not know where to lay out one’s fields. If I had not been too old I should have left this part.”