"Mr. Lansing seems to understand farming," she remarked. "He didn't tell us he had been on the prairie before."
"He hasn't told you now," Edgar pointed out.
"George never does tell things about himself unless there's a reason."
"He soon got rid of the fellow who sowed the crop."
Edgar laughed.
"I knew the man would meet with a surprise. George's abilities are not, as a rule, obvious at first sight. People find them out by accident, and then they're somewhat startled."
"You're evidently an admirer of his. Do you mean to go in for farming?"
"I am, though I wouldn't have him suspect it," said Edgar. "In answer to the other question, I haven't made up my mind. Farming as it's carried on in this country seems to be a rather arduous occupation. In the meanwhile, I'm undergoing what English people seem to think of as the Canadian cure; that is, I've been given a chance for readjusting my ideas and developing my character."
"Under Mr. Lansing's guidance?"
Edgar realized that the girl was less interested in him than in George, but he did not resent this.