"Well—" he said slowly at length,—"suppos 'n a piece o' ground bears as good a crop as it has soil for, hadn't you ought to be contented with it?"
"Yes," said Mr. Linden; "but I never saw such a piece of ground, yet."
Mr. Simlins paused.
"Do you believe some folks can be better than they air already?" he asked.
"I believe all folks can."
"You believe in cameras, then. How're you goin' to work?"
"To make people better?—set them to work for them selves, if I can."
"What sort o' ploughs and harrows would you want 'em to take hold of?"
"They'll find out, when they set to work in earnest to make the ground yield the right sort of fruit," said Mr. Linden.
"What do you call the right sort?" said the farmer, now thoroughly engaged. "Aint as good as a man can do, the right sort?"