"A cornfield is a different thing.

I fear you are too light." "Oh but that was a year ago!" cried Leon.
He pushed back his chair and went to father.
"Just feel my biceps now! Most like steel!" he boasted.

"A fellow can grow a lot in a year, and all the riding I've been doing, and all the exercise I've had.

Cert' I can plow that meadow." "You're all right, shaver," said Laddie.

"I'll not forget your offer; but in this case it wouldn't help.