Some of the very peasants who had been most active in wrangling with him over the hay, some whom he had treated with contumely, and who had tried to cheat him, those very peasants had greeted him goodhumoredly, and evidently had not, were incapable of having any feeling of rancor against him, any regret, any recollection even of having tried to deceive him.

All that was drowned in a sea of merry common labor.

God gave the day, God gave the strength.

And the day and the strength were consecrated to labor, and that labor was its own reward.

For whom the labor? What would be its fruits? These were idle considerations-- beside the point.