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How else do you expect me to talk? if I talk at all! Doesn't it mean anything to you that the farm's mortgaged to the very last cent, and that it doesn't begin to produce what it ought to because we can't beg, borrow, or steal the money that ought to be put into it?
This was a great relief to the farmer, as it allowed him to spend the time with the men upon the farm. So satisfactorily was this work done that Carl had really become the manager of this part of the farm's obligations. Once a month, Mr. Mills and Carl met to compare and adjust accounts, thus greatly assisting Mr. Mills in bringing an accurate report to the board of trustees. Mr.
If you're sot upon it! That's enough fer me, I guess, ef you're rale sot on it, and you don't think 'twould be better like to wait a little. He could study with Barkman fer a year anyway without losin' time. No! wall, wall. I'm right thar when you want me. I'll go to work to do what I kin.... "P'r'aps we might sell off and go East, too. The farm's worth money now it's all settled up round hyar.
"Alfred doesn't look to want for much," the Doctor continued. "It's a fine farm he has." "Me, I say!" old Barton exclaimed, bringing down the end of his stick upon the floor. "The farm's mine!" "But it's the same thing, isn't it?" asked Dr. Deane, in his cheeriest voice and with his pleasantest smile.
Anyway your uncle burst into a roar of laughter. 'Hattie, he said, 'my farm's too big. I'm going to sell some of it, and enjoy myself a little more. That very week he sold fifty acres, and he hired an extra man, and got me a good girl, and twice a week he left his work in the afternoon, and took me for a drive.
He pointed at a beautiful symmetrical peak, rising like a slightly truncated cone, so high that it seemed the very highest of them all. It was lighted by the morning sun till it glowed like a beacon, and a light scarf of gray morning fog was rolling up its shadowed side. "My farm's just beyond that. Now, ef I can only ketch a ride, we'll be home by dinnertime."
"There isn't any 'if. Three finer animals man never threw leg over, judging from report," he explained to John Steele. "Stud farm's about a mile in the opposite direction from Strathorn House. Mind a little jog to the farm first?" "Not at all!" John Steele had been looking thoughtfully toward the door that had closed upon the man whose quick regard he had detected.
In speaking to me, at almost our first interview, he could not refrain from an allusion to the foulness of the land; some peewits were circling over those neglected fields, and it was far from reassuring to be told though he did not intend to discourage me that "folks say, when you sees them things on the land, the farm's broke!"
Joedy informed J that he reminded him of him, "only in a goat way, father" a tribute to the light-heartedness that California had already brought to at least one member of the family. If our Sabine Farm's vocation was goats, its avocation was surely roses. We were literally smothered in them. A Cecil Brunner with its perfect little buds, so heavily perfumed, covered one corner of the house.
Now as to selling out your stock, look at it. Grazing is what your farm's good for mostly. It's a pity you're so bent on staying there. Even if you didn't get very much for the place, from sale or rent, you'd have something that was sure. A strong, capable man like you could find something to turn your hand to.
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