"Only Miriam knows what a trouble they make if the potatoes are 'caught'." "Then," thought Paul to himself, "you shouldn't let them make a trouble." After a while Edgar came in.

He wore leggings, and his boots were covered with earth.

He was rather small, rather formal, for a farmer.

He glanced at Paul, nodded to him distantly, and said: "Dinner ready ?" "Nearly, Edgar," replied the mother apologetically.
"I'm ready for mine," said the young man, taking up the newspaper and reading.

Presently the rest of the family trooped in.