Up an' down the fields they goes, all day long, arm-in-arm, Jack and Jerry, aye, and Liza an' Sairey Ann; for they have equality of the sexes, mind you! Up an' down the fields, I say, in a devil-may-care sort of way, with their sweethearts and their wives.

No factory smoke, dear no! There's the rivers, with tropical plants a-shading the banks, O my! There they goes up an' down in their boats, devil-may-care, a-strumming on the banjo,'-- he imitated such action,--'and a-singing their nigger minstrelsy with light 'earts.

Why?
'Cause they ain't got no work to get up to at 'arf-past five next morning.

Their time's their own! _That's_ the condition of an unexploited country, my friends!' Mr.Kitshaw had put everyone in vast good humour.

You might wonder that his sweetly idyllic picture did not stir bitterness by contrast; it were to credit the English workman with too much imagination.