The plough does not cut into the hard, beaten track that crosses the field, and he lifts it over and halts.

“You find the plough better than a sohá ?”

“Why, certainly⁠ ⁠… much easier!”

“Have you had it long?”

“Not long⁠—and it nearly got stolen.⁠ ⁠…”

“But you got it back?”

“Yes! One of our own villagers had it.”

“Well, and did you have the law of him?”

“Why, naturally!”

“But why prosecute, if you got the plough back?”

“Why, you see, he’s a thief!”