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wouldn’t go away from me to Snowfield； welly thirty mile off； and
me not got a creatur to look to； only neighbours； as are no kin to
me； an’ most of ’em women as I’d be ashamed to show my face； if
my dairy things war like their’n。 There may well be streaky butter
i’ the market。 An’ I should be glad to see the poor thing settled like
a Christian woman； with a house of her own over her head； and
we’d stock her well wi’ linen and feathers； for I love her next to my
own children。 An’ she makes one feel safer when she’s i’ the house；
for she’s like the driven snow： anybody might sin for two as had
her at their elbow。”
“Dinah；” said Tommy； running forward to meet her； “mother
says you’ll never marry anybody but a Methodist cripple。 What a
silly you must be！” a comment which Tommy followed up by
seizing Dinah with both arms； and dancing along by her side with
incommodious fondness。
“Why； Adam； we missed you i’ the singing to…day；” said Mr。
Poyser。 “How was it？”
“I wanted to see Dinah—she’s going away so soon；” said Adam。
“Ah； lad！ Can you persuade her to stop somehow？ Find her a
good husband somewhere i’ the parish。 If you’ll do that； we’ll
forgive you for missing church。 But； anyway； she isna going before
the harvest supper o’ Wednesday； and you must come then。
There’s Bartle Massey comin’； an’ happen Craig。 You’ll be sure an’
come； now； at seven？ The missis wunna have it a bit later。”
“Aye；” said Adam； “I’ll come if I can。 But I can’t often say what
I’ll do beforehand； for the work often holds me longer than I
expect。 You’ll stay till the end o’ the week； Dinah？”
“Yes； yes！” said Mr。 Poyser。 “We’ll have no nay。”
“She’s no call to be in a hurry；” observed Mrs。 Poyser。
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“Scarceness o’ victual ’ull keep： there’s no need to be hasty wi’ the
cooking。 An’ scarceness is what there’s the biggest stock of i’ that
country。”
Dinah smiled； but gave no promise to stay； and they talked of
other things through the rest of the walk； lingering in the sunshine
to look at the great flock of geese grazing； at the new corn…ricks；
and at the surprising abundance of fruit on the old pear…tree；
Nancy and Molly having already hastened home； side by side； each
holding； carefully wrapped in her pocket…handkerchief； a prayer…
book； in which she could read little beyond the large letters and
the Amens。
Surely all other leisure is hurry compared with a sunny walk
through the fields from “afternoon church”—as such walks used
to be in those old leisurely times； when the boat； gliding sleepily
along the canal； was the newest locomotive wonder； when Sunday
books had most of them old brown…leather covers； and opened
with remarkable precision always in one place。 Leisure is gone—
gone where the spinning…wheels are gone； and the pack…horses；
and the slow waggons； and the pedlars； who brought bargains to
the door on sunny afternoons。 Ingenious philosophers tell you；
perhaps； that the great work of the steam…engine is to create
leisure for mankind。 Do not believe them： it only creates a vacuum
for eager thought to rush in。 Even idleness is eager now—eager for
amusement； prone to excursion…trains； art museums； periodical
literature； and exciting novels； prone even to scientific theorising
and cursory peeps through microscopes。 Old Leisure was quite a
different personage。 He only read one newspaper； innocent of
leaders； and was free from that periodicity of sensations which we
call post…time。 He was a contemplative； rather stout gentleman； of
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excellent digestion； of quiet perceptions； undiseased by
hypothesis； happy in his inability to know the causes of things；
preferring the things themselves。 He lived chiefly in the country；
among pleasant seats and homesteads； and was fond of sauntering
by the fruit…tree wall and scenting the apricots when they were
warmed by the morning sunshine； or of sheltering himself under
the orchard boughs at noon； when the summer pears were falling。
He knew nothing of weekday services； and thought none the worse
of the Sunday sermon if it allowed him to sleep from the text to the
blessing； liking the afternoon service best； because the prayers
were the shortest； and not ashamed to say so； for he had an easy；
jolly conscience； broad…backed like himself； and able to carry a
great deal of beer or port…wine； not being made squeamish by
doubts and qualms and lofty aspirations。 Life was not a task to
him； but a sinecure。 He fingered the guineas in his pocket； and ate
his dinners； and slept the sleep of the irresponsible； for had he not
kept up his character by going to church on the Sunday
afternoons？
Fine old Leisure！ Do not be severe upon him； and judge him by
our modern standard。 He never went to Exeter Hall； or heard a
popular preacher； or read Tracts for the Times or Sartor Resartus。
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Chapter LIII
The Harvest Supper
s Adam was going homeward； on Wednesday evening； in
Athe six o’clock sunlight； he saw in the distance the last
load of barley winding its way towards the yard…gate of the
Hall Farm； and heard the chant of “Harvest Home！” rising and
sinking like a wave。 Fainter and fainter； and more musical through
the growing distance； the falling dying sound still reached him； as
he neared the Willow Brook。 The low westering sun shone right on
the shoulders of the old Binton Hills； turning the uncons