"He can be thanked without wearing silver buttons," observed the father.
"Yes, but to let Ovind go as he went yesterday to the dance is not to thank Him."
"Ovind is a peasant lad."
"Yet he may dress decently when we can afford it."
"Say it so that he can hear it!"
"He can't hear, or else I should have a good mind to do it," she said, looking naively at her husband, as he glumly put his spoon away and took out his pipe.
"Such a poor farm we have," said he.
"I can't help laughing at you, you always talk of the farm and never speak of the mills!"
"Oh dear! you and the mills; I don't think you care whether they go or not."
"Yes, thank God, if they'd only go both night and day."