"Aren't they pretty? I've only just picked them. They're mustard flowers."
"We call them weeds. Have you much of it?"
"Oh, yes; lots. Why?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Eddie tells me you're going home."
"Yes," said Reggie, seating himself and carefully pulling up his trousers. "I'm fed up for my part with God's own country. Nature never intended me to be an agricultural laborer."
"No? And what are you going to do now?"
"Loaf!" Mr. Hornby's tone expressed profound conviction.
"Won't you get bored?" smiled Nora.
"I'm never bored. It amuses me to watch other people do things. I should hate my fellow-creatures to be idle."