A man, if he means to do any good with land, must be out early.

The grass will grow of itself at nights, but it wants looking after as soon as the daylight comes." "I don't know that it would do much good to the grass here," said the squire, mournfully.
"As much here as anywhere.

And indeed I've got something to say about that." He had now seated himself at the breakfast-table, and was playing with his knife and fork.

"I think, sir, you're hardly making the best you can out of the park." "We won't mind talking about it, if you please," said the squire.
"Well; of course I won't, if you don't like it; but upon my word you ought to look about you; you ought indeed." "In what way do you mean ?" said Clara.
"If your father doesn't like to keep the land in his own hands, he should let it to some one who would put stock in it,--not go on cutting it year after year, and putting nothing back, as this fellow will do.

I've been talking to Stovey, and that's just what he means." "Nobody here has got money to put stock on the land," said the squire, angrily.
"Then you should look for somebody somewhere else.