  But though they toiled and did not shirk, Their plowing proved too much like work. The plow was dull, the harness frail, Their plowing seemed but doomed to fail. Old Towser, who did not complain, Showed that he felt the heavy strain, And when they looked across the patch, Their furrow only seemed a scratch! Carl panted hard and scratched his head. “I’ve had enough of that!” he said. And Helen said, “Wait, boys, I’ll show You how to plow with spade and hoe!” |
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