"I have only one way of expressing my deepest feelings--it 's this!" And he swung his tool.

He stood looking at the half-wrought clay for a moment, and then flung the instrument down.

"And even this half the time plays me false!" Rowland felt that his irritation had not subsided, and he himself had no taste for saying disagreeable things.

Nevertheless he saw no sufficient reason to forbear uttering the words he had had on his conscience from the beginning.

"We must do what we can and be thankful," he said.