Boy. No. I have hardly time for those: for I always ride the horses to field, and bring up the cows, and run to the town of errands, and that is as good as play, you know.
Mr. L. Well, but you could buy apples or gingerbread at the town, I suppose, if you had money?
Boy. Oh—I can get apples at home; and as for gingerbread I don’t mind it much, for my mammy gives me a pie now and then, and that is as good.
Mr. L. Would you not like a knife to cut sticks?
Boy. I have one—here it is—brother Tom gave it me.
Mr. L. Your shoes are full of holes—don’t you want a better pair?
Boy. I have a better pair for Sundays.
Mr. L. But these let in water.
Boy. Oh, I don’t care for that.
Mr. L. Your hat is all torn, too.