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ONE:She could not take much interest in Reuben's ambitions, indeed she only partly understood them. What did he want Boarzell for?��it was so rough and dreary, she was sure nothing would grow there. She loved the farm, with the dear faces of the cows, and the horses, and the poultry, and even the pigs, but talk of crops and acres only bored her. Sometimes Reuben's enthusiasm would spill over, and sitting by the fire with her in the evening, he would enlarge on all he was going to do with Boarzell��this year, next year, ten years hence. Then she would nestle close to him, and murmur��"Yes, dear" ... "yes, dear" ... "that will be glorious"��while all the time she was thinking of his long lashes, his strong brown neck, the clear weight of his arm on her shoulder, and the kiss that would be hers when he took his pipe out of his mouth.Naomi was disgusted. Reuben had once or twice offended her by his coarseness, but she could never get used to it. TWO:"But f?ather, it didn't t?ake up any of my time, writing that poem. I wrote it at my breakfast one mornun two months ago����"THREE:Joseph Backfield was buried four days later. His body was carried to the church in a hay-waggon, drawn by the meek horses which had drawn his plough. Beside it walked Blackman, the only farm-hand at Odiam, in a clean smock, with a black ribbon tied to his hat. Five men from other farms acted with him as bearers��they were volunteers, for old Joseph had been popular in the neighbourhood, dealing sharply with no man.