42 THE ROMANCE OF EVERIFARM 



boys began to husk the beautiful ripe ears on each 

 row separately, until the row with our three friends 

 was gathered, and upon weighing them Farmer Good 

 remarked: "That's the winner all right — just as I 

 said it would be. Just 123 bushels to the acre for 

 row 1632 and as fine corn as was ever grown. We 

 will take all these fine ears which have kept a good 

 record for sixteen years, and plant our multiplying 

 plots, which will insure us seed of the very best for 

 all time." 



"That will be great, won't it?" exclaimed one of 

 the brothers. "We shall be back here next year, with 

 our friends Bob White and Prairie Chicken." 



