OUT-OF-TOWN PLACES 



retires, being joined by a young lady in large 

 hoops, who cheers him with the sight of a 

 lovely new carnation, and a charming little 

 assemblage of the new Mathiola Bicornis. 



The next informant is Mr. Limbold, a lithe, 

 wiry gentleman of great self-possession, and a 

 refreshing breeziness of manner. 



He has purchased a farm of fifty acres 

 within three hours of New York; he spends 

 three months there in mid-summer; his wife 

 prefers Newport, but yields to him in con- 

 sideration of a fortnight at the close of the 

 season at the Ocean House. He has not built 

 —not he; he has added a wing sufficient for 

 his summer accommodation. He has not em- 

 ployed a Scotch gardener — not he. The old 

 owner, a practical farmer, remains in charge 

 under agreement to share sales, the owner fur- 

 nishing half stock and equipments. He trans- 

 ports his household the twentieth of June; 

 and by contract, shares the farmer's larder, 

 adding such private delicacies as he chooses. 

 He secures all his winter butter and poultry, 

 and makes sales of the excess, on partnership 

 account, to well-known dealers. The farm is 

 not a moth to him — by no means. Returns 

 fully balance the interest account; and the 

 farm, lying within three miles of a thriving 



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