“Hello, what’s the news from your section of the universe?” asked Bobby Dunlap, waggishly.
The peasant glanced at him rather stupidly for a moment and then drawled:
“There aren’t enough people left in the place where I come from to be any news. There’s an awful big war going on, isn’t there?”
“Goodness! So you’ve discovered it, too!” laughed Bobby. “Where do you live?”
“Not so very far away.”
“Are you thinking of changing your vocation and becoming an aviator?”
The stolid-looking peasant, evidently seeing no humor in the remark, shook his head and mumbled:
“No.” Then, in a half-embarrassed manner, he inquired: “May I take a glance inside the house?”
“To be sure!” exclaimed Jason Hamlin.
“The world owes everything to the farmer. He is the foundation upon which the world leans. Without him——”