Joe had an apple in his hand. He came up to Tom and looked at the fence. I am sorry Tom. Tom said nothing. The paint brush moved up and down. Working for your aunt said Joe. I'm going down to the river. I'm sorry you can't come with me. Tom put down his brush. You call this work he said. Painting a fence said Joe. Of course it's work Perhaps it is and perhaps it isn't. But I like it, said Tom.