"Not a tree shall be cut down. Not a stick shall be stirred. Not a
change shall be made, I say."

"Not a change for the better, cousin Goodenough?" said Wright.

"Not a change can be for the better, to my mind; I shall plough, and
sow, and reap, as our forefathers did, and that's enough for me."

"What! will you not even try the new plough?" said Marvel.

"Not I; no new ploughs for me. No plough can be so good as the old one."

"How do you know, as you never tried it, or would see it tried?" said
Wright: "I find it better than the old one."

"No matter; the old one will do well enough for me, as it did for my
father before me." After having repeated these words in precisely the
same tone several times, he went on slowly eating his supper, whilst
Marvel, in detestation of his obstinate stupidity, turned his back
upon him, and began to enumerate to Wright sundry of his own ingenious
projects.

"My dear Wright," said he, "you are worth talking to, and you shall hear
all my schemes."

"Willingly; but I do not promise to approve of them all."

"Oh! you will, you will, the moment you hear them; and I will let you
have a share in some of them. In the first place, there's that fine
rabbit-warren near Clover-hill. The true silver grey rabbits--_silver