"Farming?" asked Peg incredulously.
"Yes. I'm a farmer."
Peg laughed as she looked at the well-cut clothes, the languid manner and easy poise.
"It must be mighty hard on the land and cattle to have YOU farmin' them," she said.
"It is," and he too laughed again. "They resent my methods. I'm a new farmer."
"Faith ye must be."
"To sum up my career I can do a whole lot of things fairly well and none of them well enough to brag about."
"Just like me father," she said interestedly.
"You flatter me," he replied courteously.
Peg thought she detected a note of sarcasm. She turned on him fiercely: