"
"Farmer?" Polly forgot that she and her companion had been sparring and
let a genuine interest creep into her tone. "Do you really mean that
you are going to be content to be a farmer all the days of your life, to
stay right on here and never see anything or be anything else? It
sounds so strange to me--for a man to have no ambition!" Almost she
forgot her companion and sat frowning with her eyes more serious than
usual and her thin face with its sensitive features and high cheek bones
turned upward toward the peak of Sunrise Hill. "I am a girl, but I am
going all over the world and I am going to be an actress and do ten
thousand delightful things just as fast as I can before I have a chance
to get old."
Gazing at her more intently than ever before in their conversation, the
young fellow shook his head. "No you won't,"' he said bluntly, "you
will never be strong enough and you had better stay here in the hills
and let some one look after you, your sister or--some one. Yet you need
not talk as though being a farmer was a thing to look down upon. I am
sure our great men all used to be farmers, George Washington and the
rest of 'em. You must know their names better than I do. So please
bear in mind that I intend to do my best to make things grow--hayseed!"
he laughed good humouredly, guessing Polly's secret scorn of him, "but
at the same time I expect to see something and if I'm lucky to be
something, though if I'm a first-class farmer it isn't so worse.
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