Anthony was nearly a generation ahead.

They walked about, and were seen from the windows touching one another on the shoulder in a brotherly way.

When they came back to the women, and tea, the farmer's mind was cooler, and all his reckonings had gone to mist.

He was dejected over his tea.
"What is the matter, father ?" said Rhoda.
"I'll tell you, my dear," Anthony replied for him.

"He's envying me some one I want to ask me that question when I'm at my tea in London.".