68 MY TEN-ROD FARM; 



" You think it a profitable operation then? " 



" Well, ma'am, I can't say as to that, I aint very good 

 at figgers, but my greenhouse keeps me and my folks, and 

 I always has a little money besides ; but, bless ye, I can't keep 

 it, I always was a spending money since I was a boy." 



That afternoon, I visited Mr. Felix, and, laying before 

 him the whole matter, asked his advice. When I had 

 finished, he seemed lost in thought for a few moments, then 

 starting up suddenly, went to the door and called to some 

 one outside to put the horse in the carriage. 



"Come," said he, returning to me. "Get in my car- 

 riage and I will drive you over to Warkau. There is a 

 house there I think will meet your views." 



I hesitated at first about accepting his kindness. 



"Why, Mrs. Oilman, I am sure you will go. I merely 

 wish to put you on the right road in your business." 



" Thank you, sir, I will go with you." 



After a short ride, we turned down a lane, and, half 

 buried in the woods, found a collection of curiously contrived 

 glass covers merely, as they seemed at first ; very long, 

 quite narrow, and one house placed beside another; the 

 whole together having the appearance of immense waves, as 

 if some great sea had its billows suddenly frozen stiff; lit- 

 erally a sea of glass. 



"There," said Mr. Felix, "is the style of house that 

 will be of use to you. Cheap, adapted to many pur- 

 poses, and easily kept warm." 



