The Night Air
When I was small it was continually being impreskd upon me that I must beware of the night air. The mist at nightfall could bring a chill that might easily lead to a serious illness. I knew the cold mist off the hill well enough. I was often out in the falling dew, In spite of the warnings, believing that they were no more than a means of getting me in for supper before night descended and the bat had done his flickering about the court. Yet there was a danger in the falling dew for anyone who had worked hard at hay or harvest. Loitering in the lane after strenuous labour was foolhardy. I remarked on this to an old farm labourer the other day and he smiled. " A man who works hard doesn't loiter," he said. ," A man who hangs about doesn't sweat, and if he catches a chill, a lazy man's no loss."
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