112 MY TEN-ROD FARM; 



that the sales of the flowers met the expense of their cul- 

 ture. In the middle of April I put this advertisement in 

 our weekly " Journal " : 



"BEDDING AND TOMATO PLANTS FOR SALE. 



M. OILMAN, FLORIST, 



MAIN STREET." 



I also put up a sign on my gate : 



" BEDDING AND TOMATO PLANTS FOR SALE." 



About the tenth of May, the neighbors, and others living 

 in the town, began to call for bedding-plants, and my time 

 was fully taken up in retailing them to the crowd of people 

 who thronged my place every pleasant day. 



Among them came Mrs. Jacques. She bought a few 

 plants, and wanted credit for them. I gave it to her un- 

 willingly, as the plant and flower trade is strictly a cash 

 business. Its very nature makes it so. 



A few days after she called, there was a red flag dis- 

 played at her husband's door, and I overheard this con- 

 versation between two men on our sidewalk. I was in the 

 plant-house at the time, but as the ventilators were open 

 I could hear every word. 



" Old Jacques has gone up, they say." 



" Yes, served him right. He was too lazy to work, and 

 so failed. By the way, Dick, if you do want to see a 



