"I've never met a contented farmer yet." "I don't like people to be too contented," said Doris perversely.

"It's a sign of laziness and--yes--weakness of purpose." "Oh, is it ?" Again he uttered his good-tempered laugh; then, as he began to drink his tea, he gradually sobered.

"Has anything happened lately to make you specially discontented with your lot ?" he asked presently.
Doris's brows contracted.

"Things are always happening.

My stepmother gets more unbearable every day.