THRESHING 57 



suggestion in his quiet even way without even a 

 lurking smile, and I hadn't the smallest idea it was 

 a little unusual. 



It was my brother's suggestion that we should 

 start hauling at once, and, as everybody seemed to 

 be waiting for all the money I could get, I agreed. 

 It was chiefly owing to this that no work was done 

 on the land that autumn, and what hay there was 

 remained cocked in the sloughs. Meanwhile, every 

 morning the wagon-load of wheat went into the 

 elevator, and afterwards we cheerfully counted 

 dollars. 



