"I wonder, why she, who possesses such magic powers, does not make those parsnips fly out of the ground without even touching them," thought Tom.
Then a conversation followed between them.
"It's fine weather," said Tom, feeling embarrassed about the introduction of his subject.
"Beautiful."
"You have a great deal of trouble to work as you do, cultivating your own vegetables?"
"Yes, but I cannot afford to buy some."
"Don't you feel lonely at times?"
"No, I am accustomed to solitude."
"You did me a good turn once."
"I am glad of it."