"Ain't that jus' like a man?" growled Sube as the door closed behind their father. "Give a feller a lot of work to do and not even let him kick about it!"
"What you gotta do, anyway?" asked Cathead.
"Plenty," grunted Sube; "plenty."
"Well—I cut it the last time," ventured Cathead. "It's your turn."
"Yes, but it takes about half a day to cut the ol' lawn," grumbled Sube. "I'll bet your job won't take you half an hour. What you got to do, anyway?"
"Me? Oh, I got to thin the beets."
"Huh!—A snap!" sneered Sube, as he turned to his brother Sim, and asked: "What'd he give you?"
"Sproutin' p'tatoes," answered Sim.
"How many you got to do?"
"Two bushels."