...I said. He looked at me sharply to see if I was joking, but I was perfectly sober. "Harvesting your crops?" "Yes," I said, the fancy growing suddenly...field you think you own." I waved my hand to indicate this high-field pasture. "Don't I own it?" "No, Horace, I'm sorry to say, not all of it. To be frank...

...neighbors who have quite different notions of what possessions or forms of wealth are most desirable. When I cross the fields I never know at what moment...indicate his high-field pasture. "Don't I own it?" I spoke in as serious a voice as I could command : the tone I use when I sell potatoes. Horace's smile...

...grows !From David Grayson, Great Possessions, by permission of Doubleday, Page and Company, publishers. taller than mine, and his hens lay more eggs. He is...quietly acquired an undivided interest in that land. - 1 may as well tell you first as last. I'm like you, Horace, I'm reaching out in all directions."...