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ten thousand bottles of the stuff to agents at 

 fifteen cents a bottle, who in turn would sell it 

 at twenty-five cents a bottle, I would make 

 eleven hundred dollars, the agents would make 

 a thousand dollars, and the whole neighborhood 

 would rejoice, except perhaps the bald-headed 

 man who bought the magic restorer. I can 

 tell people how not to get rich at newspaper 

 writing, but I am not yet ready to offer any 

 advice of the sort given in books patterned 

 after Ten Acres Enough. My ideal orchard is 

 one given up to trees and grass, and used for 

 poultry until the fruit begins to fall. The 

 trees, the grass, and the poultry are all pretty 

 sure to thrive with the most ordinary care. 

 The chickens kill the worms, and the hay crop 

 will more than pay for all the labor expended 

 in taking care of the trees. As in a garden, my 

 experience has been that the very best results 

 in an orchard are to be obtained by the highest 

 culture of small plots. Two apple-trees of a 

 good sort, kept well pruned, well manured, and 

 free from insects, are likely to yield as much 

 fruit as half-a-dozen neglected trees, and the 

 picking will not entail half the labor. I see the 



