I deserve a holiday, don't I, Nelly ?" Some country people at work at the roadside, as the father and daughter passed along, stopped to admire their bright happy looks, and one spoke of the hereditary handsomeness of the Wilkins family (for the old man, the present Mr.Wilkins's father, had been fine-looking in his drab breeches and gaiters, and usual assumption of a yeoman's dress).

Another said it was easy for the rich to be handsome; they had always plenty to eat, and could ride when they were tired of walking, and had no care for the morrow to keep them from sleeping at nights.

And, in sad acquiescence with their contrasted lot, the men went on with their hedging and ditching in silence.
And yet, if they had known--if the poor did know--the troubles and temptations of the rich; if those men had foreseen the lot darkening over the father, and including the daughter in its cloud; if Mr.Wilkins himself had even imagined such a future possible.

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