Let it be three
acres first, Humphrey; and when they are inclosed, you may begin to
talk of three more."
"Well, perhaps you are right, Edward," said Humphrey.
"Why, here's Pablo coming after us; he's not coming to work, I
presume, but to amuse himself by looking on."
"I don't think he's strong enough to do much hard work, Humphrey,
although he appears very ingenious."
"No, I agree with you; and if he is to work, depend upon it it must
not be by having work set out for him; he would take a disgust to it
directly. I have another plan for him."
"And what is that, Humphrey?"
"I shall not set him any thing to do, and shall make him believe that
I do not think he is able to do any thing. That will pique him, and I
think by that means I shall get more work out of him than you would
think, especially when, after he has done it, I express my wonder and
give him praise."
"Not a bad idea, that; you will work upon his pride, which is probably
stronger than his laziness."
"I do not think him lazy, but I think him unused to hard work, and
having lived a life of wandering and idleness, not very easy to be
brought to constant and dayly work, except by degrees, and by the
means which I propose. Here we are," continued Humphrey, throwing his
ax and bill-hook down, and proceeding to take off his doublet; "now
for an hour or two's fulfillment of the sentence of our first parents
--to wit, 'the sweat of the brow.
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