Farmer Weitbreck laughed. He and his son were likely to be again atodds on the subject of a laborer.

"But he vill not go. I haf exclaimed to him to stay till Christmas, maybealways."

Harold's surprise was unbounded.

"To stay! Till Christmas!" he cried. "What for? What do we need of a manin the winter?"

"It is not dat to feed him is much, and all dat he make vid de knife ismine. It is home he vants, no oder ting; he vork not for money."