100 THE JONATHAN PAPERS 



you now, right away. There s the lane 

 you know, that must n t be touched; and the 

 ledges but you could n t do anything to 

 those, of course, anyway.&quot; 



&quot; No, even the hobo would n t tackle them,&quot; 

 said Jonathan grimly. 



&quot;And the birches, the ones that are left. 

 You promised me those, you know. And the 

 swamp, of course, and the cedar knoll where 

 the high-bush blueberries grow, and then 

 oh, yes that lovely hillside beyond the long 

 meadow where the sumac is, and the dog 

 wood, and everything. And, of course, the 

 rest of the huckleberries &quot; 



&quot;The rest of the huckleberries!&quot; said he. 

 &quot;That means all the farm. There is n t a spot 

 as big as your hat where you can t show me 

 some sort of a huckleberry bush.&quot; 



&quot;So much the better,&quot; I said contentedly. 



&quot;Oh, come now,&quot; he protested. &quot;Be rea 

 sonable. Even your wonderful farmer that 

 you telF about did a little mowing. He mowed 

 around the butterfly-weed, but he mowed. 

 You re making the farm into solid butterfly- 

 weed, and there ll be no mowing at all.&quot; 



&quot;Why, Jonathan, I ve left you the long 



