While harvest goes on,
And we merrily, merrily rake."

"Bravo!"

"Good for you, Steevy!"

"First-class!"

"Here's to you, my lad!"

The shouting, laughter and applause continued for many minutes,
then came more singing of songs from various rivals to the tuneful
Steevy. And presently all joined together in a boisterous chorus
which ran thus:

"A glass is good and a lass is good,
And a pipe is good in cold weather,
The world is good and the people are good,
And we're all good fellows together!"

In the middle of this performance Farmer Jocelyn rose from his
place and left the hall, Innocent accompanying him. Once he looked
back on the gay scene presented to him--the disordered supper-
table, the easy lounging attitudes of the well-fed men, the flare
of the lights which cast a ruddy glow on old and young faces and
sparkled over the burnished pewter,--then with a strange yearning
pain in his eyes he turned slowly away, leaning on the arm of the
girl beside him, and went,--leaving the merry-makers to
themselves.