The meadows Catherine and Jack go through are full of flowers, and Catherine picks a bouquet of the pretty blossoms. Catherine loves the flowers because they are beautiful. Little Jack is a different sort altogether. He is a regular boy. Though he keeps a good hold on his sister's apron with one hand, for fear of falling, he lays his switch about him with the other hand with all the strength of a sturdy boy. His father's head workman doesn't crack his whip any louder over his horses' heads when he leads them back from the river. Little Jack is not going to spend his time in soft sleep and dreams. He doesn't care anything about wild flowers. For his make-believes, he thinks of hard work. He make believe about carts stuck in the muddy roads and big percheron horses tugging at their collars, as he shouts at them.