CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 
CONCLUSION 
We, here we are in the country! Our house is 
built, our garden is planted, our orchard is already 
bearing — Sweet Boughs and Northern Spys. We 
are milking our own cow, and thinking of raising 
another — a beautiful, soft-eyed Jersey that was 
born last April. We have carried out a lot of no- 
tions in the way of cesspools, compost piles, and 
drainage. ‘There is a driven well, 60 feet deep in- 
to the solid rock, and it cost only eighty-eight dol- 
lars, pump and all. The fun of it is that there is 
always something to do. We mean to make each 
year notable, not only for crops, but for some spe- 
cific advance. We are trying to work play and play 
work, although the hot sun or pounding rain 
sometimes upsets us. The bugs have been here, 
and we have not always won the fight. The birds 
and the bees have been counted into the family, 
and the toads as well; we are all codperating. 
