It depends on how much the man who undertook it wanted back to make the thing worth while." "They are content with food, and sometimes very indifferent shelter, in western Canada." "There," said Ainslie, "you have the thing in a nutshell.

You have, no doubt, formed some idea of Weston's wants, which are rather numerous.
In fact, some of us seem to consider it the correct thing to cultivate them.

The more wants you have the greater man you are." Ida smiled a little as she remembered a man of considerable importance in the wheat-lands of Assiniboia, whom she had last seen sitting, clad in blue shirt and very old trousers, on a huge machine which a double span of reeking horses hauled through the splendid grain.

He had driven it since sunrise, and it was dusk of evening then, and his wants were, as she knew, remarkably simple.

He bore his share of the burden under a burning sun, but it seemed to her that, had Weston been in his place, he would have ridden around that farm with a gloved hand on his hip, and would have raised it only now and then, imperiously, to direct the toilers.