“Going to give up business and settle down. Eh?”
“I have thought of it. I don’t believe I should enjoy life half as well if I did, however.”
“How much do you enjoy it now?” inquired Mr Snow.
“Well, not a great deal, that is a fact; but as well as folks generally do, I reckon. But, after all, I do believe to keep hard to work is about as good a way as any to take comfort in the world.”
Mr Green took a many-bladed knife from his pocket, and plucking a twig from the root of a young cedar, began fashioning it into an instrument slender and smooth.
“That is about the conclusion I have come to,” repeated he; “and I expect I will have to keep to work if I mean to get the good of life.”
“There are a good many kinds of work to be done in the world,” suggested Mr Snow.
Mr Green gave him a glance curious and inquiring.
“Well, I suppose there are a good many ways of working in the world, but it all comes to the same thing pretty much, I guess. Folks work to get a living, and then to accumulate property. Some do it in a large way, and some in a small way, but the end is the same.”
“Suppose you should go to work to spend your money now?” suggested Mr Snow, again.