"No, I won't need any sugar, if you just smile into it." This from gallant David, greeted with roars of laughter. "Now, Dave, s'pose your wife 'ud hear o' that?" "She'd snatch 'im bald-headed, that's what she'd do." "Say, somebody drive that ceow down this way," said Bill. "Don't get off that drive! It's too old," criticised Shep, passing the milk-jug. Potatoes were seized, cut in halves, sopped in gravy, and taken one, two! Corn cakes went into great jaws like coal into a steam-engine. Knives in the right hand cut meat and scooped gravy up. Great, muscular, grimy, but wholesome fellows they were, feeding like ancient Norse, and capable of working like demons. They were deep in the process, half-hidden by steam from the potatoes and stew, in less than sixty seconds after their entrance. With a shrinking from the comments of the others upon his regard for Agnes, Will assumed a reserved and almost haughty air toward his fellow-workmen, and a curious coldness toward her. As he went in, she came forward smiling brightly. "There's one more place, Will." A tender, involuntary droop in her voice betrayed her, and Will felt a wave of hot blood surge over him as the rest roared. "Ha, ha! Oh, there'd be a place for him!" "Don't worry, Will! Always room for you here!" Will took his seat with a sudden, angry flame. "Why can't she keep it from these fools?" was his thought. He didn't even thank her for showing him the chair. She flushed vividly, but smiled back. She was so proud and happy she didn't care very much if they did know it. But as Will looked at her with that quick, angry glance, she was hurt and puzzled. She redoubled her exertions to please him, and by so doing added to the amusement of the crowd that gnawed chicken-bones, rattled cups, knives, and forks, and joked as they ate with small grace and no material loss of time. Will remained silent through it all, eating his potato, in marked contrast to the others, with his fork instead of his knife, and drinking his tea from his cup rather than from his saucer--"finnickies" which did not escape the notice of the girl nor the sharp eyes of the other workmen. "See that? That's the way we do down to the Sem! See? Fork for pie in yer right hand! Hey? I can't do it? Watch me." When Agnes leaned over to say, "Won't you have some more tea, Will?" they nudged each other and grinned. "Aha! What did I tell you?" Agnes saw at last that for some reason Will didn't want her to show her regard for him--that he was ashamed of it in some way, and she was wounded. To cover it up, she resorted to the natural device of smiling and chatting with the others. She asked Ed if he wouldn't have another piece of pie. "I will--with a fork, please." "This is 'bout the only place you can use a fork," said Bill Young, anticipating a laugh by his own broad grin. "Oh, that's too old," said Shep Watson. "Don't drag that out agin. A man that'll eat seven taters--" "Shows who does the work."