Mr. Lenox. Thank you, my good boy. What shall I give you for your trouble?
Boy. I want nothing, sir.
Mr. L. You want nothing? Few men can say as much. But what were you doing in the field?
Boy. I was rooting up weeds, and tending the sheep that were feeding on turnips.
Mr. L. Do you like to work?
Boy. Yes, sir, very well, this fine weather.
Mr. L. But would you not rather play?
Boy. This is not hard work. It is almost as good as play.
Mr. L. Who set you to work?
Boy. My father, sir.