He paused and then continued: "Yes, I've been out of the city considerable after my wife died. I went West, to Kansas City. But I came back. I'm used to this place. My woman died here, and the child, too." "I tried to find you after the class broke up," Helen explained. "I wanted to get your wife to come out here and visit me." "That was nice and kind of you," he answered dryly. "I have an errand a little way from here. Won't you go with me and then come back to the house?" she persisted, piqued by his tone. "Thank you, I don't believe I will. It's time I was starting back to the city." "You had better rest awhile first." "I ain't particularly tired. You are very good. What do you want me to come for?" he asked abruptly, and then continued to speak as if he were talking to himself: "You and I ain't the same kind of folks. We are placed different on this earth, and there's no getting away from the fact. It's best for us both to keep where we belong." "Nonsense!" she retorted. "As I have looked about among folks," he went on calmly, "I've seen that's the best way, in the long run--for the rich and the poor to keep to themselves. That's why you didn't see nothing of me after the ladies got tired of binding books. Not that I've got anything against those better fortuned than me. It's just the way things are made to run. So long as the present order lasts, man is divided from man--and that's all there is to it. The only use the poor man has for the rich man is to get work from him and some pay for it. The only use the rich man has for the poor man is to get his work done. And they'd better do their business apart, as far apart as they can." "My husband isn't rich. We have to struggle, too." Hussey smiled sceptically. "I had all I could do when the woman was living to keep a decent room or two, and find enough to eat. There's some difference between us, ain't there? And I don't speak like you, and maybe I eat different at the table." "That's all very important," Helen laughed. "It's the little things that separate, not the big ones. You look around your own kind of folks and see if that's not so. It's just the silly scraps of ways that keep man from man." "Well, it's too good a day to quarrel about that. At least, you and I can both enjoy those trees down there." A victoria came toward them at a lively trot, making the wooden planking resound. The lady in the carriage leaned forward and bowed to Helen, and then cast a second, longer glance at her companion. "She's wanting to know who that man is you're talking to," Hussey remarked ironically. "No, them trees and the country in general ain't the same to me and you. You folks squat right out here and buy up all the land you can lay your hands on, at least all that can be got at easily from the city. Perhaps, though, some day it will be different, and the beautiful parts of the country will be kept for all to have."