The Little Lady of The Big House by Jack London Chapter 11 Page 20

‘tis sad ‘tis true,” Terrence replied lugubriously. Then his face beamed. “And I thank the good Lord for it, for the work- beasties that drag and drive the plows up and down the fields, for the bat-eyed miner-beasties that dig the coal and gold, for all the stupid peasant-beasties that keep my hands soft, and give power to fine fellows like Dick there, who smiles on me and shares the loot with me, and buys the latest books for me, and gives me a place at his board that is plenished by the two-legged work-beasties, and a place at his fire that is builded by the same beasties, and a shack and a bed in the jungle under the madro�o trees where never work intrudes its monstrous head.”

Evan Graham was slow in getting ready for bed that night. He was unwontedly stirred both by the Big House and by