The cow is happy and I ought to be, I suppose.

If MY food was furnished free of cost I should be, I presume." Kenelm Parker heard a conversation like the foregoing on one occasion and left the office rubbing his forehead.
"There's two lunatics in that place," he told the postmaster.

"And if I'd stayed there much longer and listened to their ravin's there'd have been another one." Kenelm seemed unusually contented and happy in his capacity as man-of-all-work at the High Cliff House.

Possibly the fact that there was so very little real work to do may have helped to keep him in this frame of mind.

He had always the appearance of being very busy; a rake or a hoe or the kindling hatchet were seldom out of reach of his hand.
He talked a great deal about being "beat out," and of the care and responsibility which were his.