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44 Yes. It went agin us, but his mother and me finally 

 give in, and he went. He never would have been contented 

 on the old place. He said it was too lonesome and there 

 was too much work about it. He wasn't far wrong there. 

 Farming is dreadful hard work, and no mistake. You'll find 

 it so, I reckon, before you get through the summer." 



41 1 have not found the labor very severe as yet ; but then 

 my farming is quite different from yours. Come, start up 

 your horse. We have no time to lose ; " and away they go, 

 horse, plough, and all. 



In about an houi the work was finished, and the whole team 

 came slowly down the path, just as the factory whistle blew 

 long and loud for dinner. As they passed the lettuce-beds 

 Mr. Kempenfielder stopped and asked what they were. 



" Lettuce and radishes." 



4 'You don't say. All them lettuce? What can you do 

 with such an everlasting lot of them ? " 



44 1 hope to sell them." 



44 And what do you expect, to get? " 



" A cent a head." 



44 Only a cent. Why there aint more than eight or nine 

 hundred all told. That won't bring you much." 



44 It would not be a great deal if there were but nine hun- 

 dred. According to my counting there are over thirteen 

 thousand plants in that lot." 



