220 FIVE ACRES TOO MUCH. 



sponse ; &quot; here you have a crank ; there, a few iron 

 wheels ; inside, the dasher. The price is moderate ; 

 one that would do the work of a dairy would be only 

 fifty dollars. That amount could be saved in a sum 

 mer.&quot; 



&quot;I should like to inquire farther,&quot; I hastily an 

 swered ; and, hurrying down stairs, in spite of re 

 marks about acids and oxygen, nitrogen, caseine, and 

 a dozen other scientific compounds, I escaped from 

 the store. There is always a dreadful feeling of 

 shame connected with not purchasing when one en 

 ters a store and asks for an article. It eeems as 

 though you were getting credit and making a dis 

 play on false pretenses. The manner of the attend 

 ant suggests a doubt of your honesty, and any little 

 compliments he may have paid you are manifestly 

 taken back at once, and contempt usurps the place 

 of esteem. 



After pausing to recover my breath and my cour 

 age, I entered the nearest place of a similar charac 

 ter and made the same inquiry. 



&quot; Yes, sir ; we have a churn of a most approved 

 and successful description. There,&quot; he continued, as 

 the clerk brought me face to face with a still stran 

 ger-looking machine, more like the walking-beam 

 of a steam-engine than my early recollections of a 



