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Farming's a lonesome life; and they've been against the shell game before." "I see that the cause of Education has received the princely gift of more than fifty millions of dollars," said I. I was gleaning the stray items from the evening papers while Jeff Peters packed his briar pipe with plug cut.
"Why, how big is the ranch?" "Five hundred acres and a wood lot. I did not farm much, though mostly cattle and horses. I was away a good deal on the trail." "The trail?" "Yes, buying cattle and selling again. That was the worst of it. I am not much of a farmer, though farming's all right there, and I was away almost all of the time. I guess that made it pretty hard for the missis and the kids."
It was wrong, ridiculously wrong; I'm not going to excuse myself, but I want you to understand." He paused, for effort and emotion had tired him, but presently resumed: "I wouldn't use your money, but this wasn't altogether because I was too proud to let you help. I wanted to keep you safe; farming's a risky business, and I couldn't play a niggardly, cautious game.
Catch ME ever voting Grit! As for the rest of it I don't care. Farming's well enough, though I'd rather be a sailor." "Don't talk such nonsense," protested Felicity sharply. "What on earth do you want to be a sailor for and be drowned?" "All sailors aren't drowned," said Dan. "Most of them are. Look at Uncle Stephen." "You ain't sure he was drowned." "Well, he disappeared, and that is worse."
"Farming's a better life. Don't you think so, dad?" "It's better for me, Rod," answered Uncle Jim, "it's better for me." Rodney was a little uneasy. "But won't it be better for me?" he asked. "Mebbe," was the slow answer, "mebbe, mebbe so." "And then there's mother, she's getting too old for the work, ain't she?" "She's done it straight along," answered the old man, "straight along till now."
The air was warm, with just the first hint of evening chill, and there was no wind. "I've a feeling as if we've just started to live," Saxon said, when Billy, his firewood collected, joined her on the blankets before the fire. "I've learned more to-day than ten years in Oakland." She drew a long breath and braced her shoulders. "Farming's a bigger subject than I thought." Billy said nothing.
"I suppose I could have got the farmers out. Turned them off the land they've sweated their lives into. Or I could have sold my town house instead of letting it and bought land." "Of course you could. Oh why didn't you?" "Why didn't I? Ah now you've got me. Because I'm a lazy old humbug, Mary. All my farming's in my head when it isn't on my conscience."
The latter put on a few airs especially when Carter Flagg took Miller into his store as head clerk but nobody grudged them to her. "Of course farming's out of the question for us now," she told Rilla, "but Miller thinks he'll like storekeeping fine once he gets used to a quiet life again, and Carter Flagg will be a more agreeable boss than old Kitty.
Well, it looks as if I had found a new field." "You mean you might buy Tarnside?" "Yes. I think the estate might be made to pay. High farming's a risky business in our climate and we have been satisfied to spend little and get a small return. I think there's a better plan than that; if one uses modern methods and can invest the capital. However, I see an obstacle to my buying Tarnside." "Father?"
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