100 HAPPY HOLLOW FARM 



of our work, joked me about the result of the 

 year's work. 



"It hasn't come out very well, has it?" he 

 asked. 



"The best ever!" I said. "I'm perfectly 

 satisfied." He thought I was doing some jok- 

 ing in my turn. 



"You didn't sell anything this fall off the 

 farm," he said. You see, he'd grown accus- 

 tomed to the practice of the farmers of selling 

 a crop of grain at harvest and using the pro- 

 ceeds to pay store bills that were run up dur- 

 ing the year. 



"No," I tried to explain, "we're not selling 

 anything, except some surplus butter and eggs 

 once in a while. What the farm produces 

 we're eating ourselves." 



He laughed at that, as a banker may laugh 

 at a customer's not-too-humorous jest. "Hom- 

 iny and hay, eh?" he returned. "How do your 

 folks like it?" 



"We never lived so well in our lives before," 

 I said. I went into detail a little then, trying 

 to make our theory plain. "If we're not selling 

 much," I contended, "you'll notice we're not 

 buying much either. We're making our farm 

 do for us what the grocer and the commission 



