Great thoughts hallow any labor. To-day I earned seventy-five cents heaving manure out of a pen, and made a good bargain of it. If the ditcher muses the while how he may live uprightly, the ditching spade and turf knife may be engraved on the coat-of-arms of his posterity.
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Ah . . . I cleaned the bathrooms today. Sigh. Better the ditching spade than . . .
Yes, and you didn't make seventy five cents, either! I like Henry's work ethic...
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