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But he paid Mrs. Atterson ten dollars, and then, nudged by his father, turned to Hiram and begged the young farmer's pardon. "That's all right, etc.," said Hiram, laying his hand upon the boy's shoulder. "Just because we haven't got on well together heretofore, needn't make any difference between us after this. "Come over and see me.
They call me Sissy Atterson at school. But it doesn't belong to me. I I've thought lots about choosing a name for myself a real fancy one, you know. There's lots of pretty, names," she said, reflectively. "Cords of 'em," Hiram agreed. "But, you see, they wouldn't really be mine," said the girl, earnestly. "Not even after I had chosen them. I want my very own name!
Gratitude spurred him to the use of his hands. He was not a broken man not bodily. Many light tasks soon fell to his share, and Mrs. Atterson told Hiram and Sister to let him do what he would. To busy himself would be the best thing in the world for the old fellow. "That's what's been the matter with Mr. Camp for years," she declared, with conviction.
On the other hand, Hiram Strong, although a boy in years, had been his own master long enough to take care of himself in most transactions, and withal had a fund of native caution. They jotted down memoranda of the points on which they were agreed, which included the following: Mrs. Atterson, as "party of the first part", agreed to board Hiram until the crops were harvested the second year.
Through the swinging door into the steaming kitchen Hiram saw a huge black woman waddling about the range, and heard her husky voice berating Sister for not moving faster. Chloe only appeared when a catastrophe happened at the boarding-house and a catastrophe meant the removal of Mrs. Atterson from her usual orbit. "She's gone to the funeral.
You get all you can at the experiment station this winter, and I believe that your father will soon begin to believe that there is something in 'book farming', after all." If it had not been for the hair-hung sword over them, Mrs. Atterson and Hiram would have taken great delight in the generous crops that had been vouchsafed to them.
But she'll be well fixed here, that's sure." Indeed, taking it all around, everybody of importance to the story seemed to be "well fixed", as Mother Atterson expressed it. She herself need never be disturbed by the vagaries of boarders, or troubled in her mind, either waking or sleeping, about the gravy save on Thanksgiving Day.
If it has been cropped on shares, as Henry says, all the enrichment it has received has been from commercial fertilizers. And necessarily they have made the land sour. It probably needs lime badly. "Yes, I can't encourage Mrs. Atterson to look for a profit in anything this year. It will take a year to get that rich bottom into shape for for what, I wonder? Onions? Celery? It would raise 'em both.
"Why don't you save your money and take a course next winter in some side line and so be able to show him that he's wrong?" suggested Hiram. "I want to do that myself after I have fulfilled my contract with Mrs. Atterson. "I won't be able to do so next winter, for I shall be on wages. You're going to be a farmer, aren't you?" "I expect to. We've got a good farm as farms go around here.
Atterson agreed it would be too late to go hunting a farm for this present season. But Hiram kept to work. He had Sister and Old Lem Camp out in the garden, hand-weeding and thinning the carrots, onions, and other tender plants. That Saturday he went through the entire garden that part already planted with either the horse cultivator, or his wheel-hoe.
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