CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 



CONCLUSION 



Well, here we are in the country! Our house is 

 built, our garden is planted, our orchard is already 

 bearing — Sweet Boughs and Northern Spys. We 

 are milking our own cow, and thinking of raising 

 another — a beautiful, soft-eyed Jersey that was 

 born last April. We have carried out a lot of no- 

 tions in the way of cesspools, compost piles, and 

 drainage. There is a driven well, 60 feet deep in- 

 to the solid rock, and it cost only eighty-eight dol- 

 lars, pump and all. The fun of it is that there is 

 always something to do. We mean to make each 

 year notable, not only for crops, but for some spe- 

 cific advance. We are trying to work play and play 

 work, although the hot sun or pounding rain 

 sometimes upsets us. The bugs have been here, 

 and we have not always won the fight. The birds 

 and the bees have been counted into the family, 

 and the toads as well ; we are all cooperating. 



