It may be time or strength or hard work or patience, and sometimes we have to give them all." "'Peahs like I've nevah struck any such roads in my travellin'," answered John Jay, carelessly, who often understood George's little parables far better than he cared to acknowledge.
"But I know one road that you are on now, where you try to slip out of paying what you owe every day." John Jay hung his head, and rubbed his bare feet together in embarrassed silence.

If the Reverend George said it was so, it must be so, although he did not know just what he was hinting at.
"Mr.Boden knows very well," continued George, "that the money that is paid here goes to keep the road in good condition for him to travel over.

He is very glad to have such a good pike provided for him, but he wants it for nothing.

I know a poor old woman who keeps the road smooth for somebody.

She works early and late, in hot weather and cold, to earn food and shelter and clothes for somebody; and that somebody eats her bread, and wears out the clothes, and sleeps under her roof, and never pays any toll.