“I have gathered up the stones, and carried them to the edge of the field, and set up a strong fence around it.”
And as the master looked at their soiled and toil-worn garments and their sunburned arms and hands, he knew that what they told him was true. But when he looked in their faces, on one was the expression of coldness and on the other was the expression of love. Then he gave to each of them his wages, but the one who loved him he called into his house, to be with him and wait on him continually.
The work brings the wages, but the motive the reward.
