“Iwishyoumighthaveseenthefigureyoucut！Thatfineteam，flowerbedecked，andthecontinuousconcert！“
“ButIdid！“criedLaddie。“Wehavemirrors。Thatsongcan’tbebeaten。Iknowthisteamisallright，andI’mnotdwarfedordisfigured。Thatwasthepageantofsummerpassinginreview。
Itrepresentedthetillingofthesoil；thesowingofseed，garneringtocomelater。Youbuycornandwheat，don’tyou？
Theyarevastlynecessary。Muchmoresothanthesettlingofquarrelsthatnevershouldhavetakenplace。Doyouthinkyourdaughterfoundthespectacleatallmoving？“
“Damnyou，sir，whatIshoulddo，istolaythiswhipacrossyourshoulders！“criedMr。Pryor。