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“I wonder —— ” Carol was plunged back into last night's Weltschmerz. “I wonder if these farmers aren't bigger than we are? So simple and hard-working. The town lives on them. We townies are parasites, and yet we feel superior to them. Last night I heard Mr. Haydock talking about 'hicks.' Apparently he despises the farmers because they haven't reached the social heights of selling thread and buttons.”

“Parasites? Us? Where'd the farmers be without the town? Who lends them money? Who — why, we supply them with everything!”

“Don't you find that some of the farmers think they pay too much for the services of the towns?”

“Oh, of course there's a lot of cranks among the farmers same as there are among any class. Listen to some of these kickers, a fellow'd think that the farmers ought to run the state and the whole shooting-match — probably if they had their way they'd fill up the legislature with a lot of farmers in manure-covered boots — yes, and they'd come tell me I was hired on a salary now, and couldn't fix my fees! That'd be fine for you, wouldn't it!”