Are you going to be out, Mr.Heathcote ?" "I think so." "What's the good of it, Mr.Heathcote?
There is no use in it.

Lord love you, what can yon do?
You can't be every side at once." "Fire can only travel with the wind, Mr.Bates." "And there isn't any wind, and so there can't be any fire.

I never did think, and I don't think now, there ever was any use in a man fashing himself as you fash yourself.

You can't alter things, Mr.
Heathcote." "But that's just what I can do--what a man has to do.

If a match were thrown there at your feet, and the grass was aflame, couldn't you alter that by putting your foot on it?
If you find a ewe on her back, can't you alter that by putting her on her legs ?" "Yes, I can do that, I suppose." "What does a man live for except to alter things?
When a man clears the forest and sows corn, does he not alter things ?" "That's not your line, Mr.Heathcote," said the cunning old man.
"If I send wool to market, I alter things." "You'll excuse me, Mr.Heathcote.Of course I'm old, but I just give you my experience." "I'm much obliged to you; though we can't always agree, you know.
Good-night.