A Farmer’s Life 
bought his milk from his sons and delivered it in 
Farnborough in his own milk-cart. He had an 
ample garden, which he worked with his own 
hands—growing roots there for his pony and 
harvesting them more as a farmer than as a 
gardener. And he kept a few fowls. One way 
and another—for he helped his sons at the 
milking, and for some summers at the hay- 
making—he always had enough to do, and was 
glad at evening to slip the boots off his tottering 
feet. Meanwhile he had for ever slipped off 
the heavier cares of business, save vicariously on 
his sons’ account. They consulted him many a 
time, and he behaved to them like an elder 
brother. 
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