The soil gets in." "You're correct about the wheat," said another man.

"Little's nephew still talks about it.

They used to grind it at the Ramside mills.
Wouldn't it be worth while to have the meadows redrained, if only for the grass ?" Ida, who was watching him, fancied that this was a sore point with Weston, for he momentarily forgot his dinner.
"No," he answered curtly.

"I took some trouble to make young Little understand it when he came to me with a nonsensical proposition not long ago.

Like the rest of them, he's always wanting something.