ANDREW. Can’t be done. Farming ain’t your nature. There’s all the difference shown in just the way us two feel about the farm. You--well, you like the home part of it, I expect; but as a place to work and grow things, you hate it. Ain’t that right? ROBERT. Yes, I suppose it is. For you it’s different. You’re a Mayo through and through. You’re wedded to the soil. You’re as much a product of it as an ear of corn is, or a tree. Father is the same. This farm is his life-work, and he’s happy in knowing that another Mayo, inspired by the same love, will take up the work where he leaves off. I can understand your attitude, and Pa’s; and I think it’s wonderful and sincere. But I--well, I’m not made that way. ANDREW. No, you ain’t; but when it comes to understanding, I guess I realize that you’ve got your own angle of looking at things. ROBERT. (_musingly_) I wonder if you do, really. ANDREW. (_confidently_) Sure I do. You’ve seen a bit of the world, enough to make the farm seem small, and you’ve got the itch to see it all. ROBERT. It’s more than that, Andy. ANDREW. Oh, of course. I know you’re going to learn navigation, and all about a ship, so’s you can be an officer. That’s natural, too. There’s fair pay in it, I expect, when you consider that you’ve always got a home and grub thrown in; and if you’re set on traveling, you can go anywhere you’re a mind to without paying fare. ROBERT. (_with a smile that is half sad_) It’s more than that, Andy. ANDREW. Sure it is. There’s always a chance of a good thing coming your way in some of those foreign ports or other. I’ve heard there are great opportunities for a young fellow with his eyes open in some of those new countries that are just being opened up. (_Jovially_) I’ll bet that’s what you’ve been turning over in your mind under all your quietness! (_He slaps his brother on the back with a laugh_) Well, if you get to be a millionaire all of a sudden, call ’round once in a while and I’ll pass the plate to you. We could use a lot of money right here on the farm without hurting it any. ROBERT. (_forced to laugh_) I’ve never considered that practical side of it for a minute, Andy. ANDREW. Well, you ought to. ROBERT. No, I oughtn’t. (_Pointing to the horizon--dreamily_) Supposing I was to tell you that it’s just Beauty that’s calling me, the beauty of the far off and unknown, the mystery and spell of the East which lures me in the books I’ve read, the need of the freedom of great wide spaces, the joy of wandering on and on--in quest of the secret which is hidden over there, beyond the horizon? Suppose I told you that was the one and only reason for my going? ANDREW. I should say you were nutty. ROBERT. (_frowning_) Don’t, Andy. I’m serious.