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appeared. I never think of Anderson without 
wishing I had been more severe with him, — 
more persistent in my efforts to wean him from 
his real passion. Peace to his ashes, if he be 
ashes. 
That same day I telephoned the Agricultural 
Implement Company to send me another wagon, 
with harness and equipment for the team. The 
veterinary surgeon reported that he had a span 
of mares for me to look at, but I was too much 
engaged that day to inspect the team, and prom- 
ised to do so on the next. 
When I reached home, Polly said she had 
found nothing in the way of a general house- 
work girl for the country. She had seen nine 
women who wished to do all other kinds of 
work, but none to fit her wants. 
« What do they come for if they don’t want 
the place we described? Do they expect we are 
to change our plans of life to suit their personal 
notions ?”’ she asked. 
«It’s hard to say what they came for or what 
they want. Their ways are past finding out. 
We will put in another ‘ad.’ and perhaps have 
better luck.” 
Wednesday, the 7th, I went to see the new 
team. I found a pair of flea-bitten gray Flemish 
mares, weighing about twenty-eight hundred 
pounds. They were four years old, short of leg 
and long of body, and looked fit. The surgeon 
passed them sound, and said he considered them 
