HAPPY HOLLOW; FARM sis 



and galleries and cathedrals and in the town 

 homes. I shall spend my time mostly with 

 the farmers, living in their houses, working 

 with them at their jobs, getting as close as I'm 

 able to the minds and hearts of the living men 

 and women on the soil. I've had just about 

 town enough in mine. 



We're not to pay for this trip out of the 

 hoarded profits of our farming at Happy Hol- 

 low. If we tried that, we'd get stuck some- 

 where between here and New York. I've 

 turned back to my magazine writing to help 

 me through with some emergency money. At 

 that, they won't see me staking high heaps of 

 gold at Monte Carlo. We're going quietly, 

 modestly, keeping prudent watch over the pen- 

 nies. There will be nothing of the tip-giving, 

 racing, breathless, bored-to-death American 

 tourist about us. We shall move leisurely, 

 stopping where we want to stop, with money 

 enough for shelter and food. Ours won't be a 

 glittering "progress," and we shan't bring 

 back marbles or canvases or costly trophies. 

 We shall travel as befits such a family as ours, 

 eager to get the utmost of enduring good out 

 of the opportunity of a lifetime. 



I'm telling you this, not for the fact alone, 



