CHAPTER IV
THE DUTY TO DIG
I
A young man sat by the roadside, milking. And as he milked, one drove up in her limousine and stopped and said unto him:
“Young man, why are you not at the front?”
The young man milked on, for that was the thing to do. Then, with still more slackers in her voice, the woman said a second time unto him:
“Young man, why are you not at the front?”
“Because, ma’am, the milk is at this end,” he answered.
And the chauffeur, throwing the clutch of the limousine into third speed ahead, drove off, thinking.