"Then you ought to be happy."
"Ah!—but I bean't!" he repeated, shaking his head.
"Have you any troubles?"
"None as I can think on."
"You earn good money every week?"
"Ten shillin'."
"You are not married?"
"Not me."
"Then," said I, "you must be happy." The Ploughman pulled at his ear again, looked slowly all round the field, and, finally, shook his head.
"Well," said he, "I bean't."