268 WHEAT AND WOMAN 



spent, but the sun went down in vivid gold. Bert 

 Mazey wasted my whole morning discussing the 

 price of my pigs of the future in connexion with 

 his hayrack of the past. I haven't the smallest 

 intention of selling the pigs, and wish I had gone 

 to church. Miss Lister and Mr. Smith came to 

 tea. Towards evening the wind softened, and 

 March went out more or less as the proverbial 

 lamb." 



