The cool grey eye did not speak the internal "So will I!" -- which stamped itself upon his heart.

They got up from the plough beam.
"I'll try for't," was Rufus's conclusion, as he shook himself.
"_You'll get it_," said Winthrop.
There was much love as well as ambition in the delighted look with which his brother rewarded him.

They parted to their work.

They ploughed the rest of their field: -- what did they turn over besides the soil?
They wended their slow way back with the oxen when the evening fell; but the yoke was off their own necks.

The lingering western light coloured another world than the morning had shined upon.