NOOKS AND CORNERS 
there over the whole valley, and could read miles of 
landscape.” ‘‘Pshaw!”’ he said, “I have no time 
for fooling. I have to get up and get, from four 
o’clock in the morning until seven at night; I’ve no 
time to look at pictures and read landscapes.” He 
has a good bank account, and there is no decent 
reason why he should be in the shafts all day. As 
it is, his nook is a thicket of thorns, bordered with 
sticktights. I carried some of those weed seeds 
home with me, on my clothes, and my collie carried 
more, to sow in decent fields. 
There are two classes of men and women every- 
where; those who know nothing but work, and 
those who will not work. The former are as far 
as the latter from creating a true adjustment of life. 
One cannot start, and the other cannot stop. The 
home in both cases is sure to be deprived of natural 
growth. Money piled up does not assure even 
comfort. A country home must suggest something 
far beyond mere hand toil; unfortunately, most 
country homes do not. There must be consider- 
able play for the imagination to work out ideals. 
This will probably not lower the bank account at 
all, but it will take into account also the sand- 
bank, or cliffs and glens and gorges, will listen to 
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