d eight thousand dollars of it to Mr. Saftleigh,
for shares in the railroad, and land in Donnowhair. And, dear
Miss Euphrasia, that is all we've got now, except just a few
hundred dollars on deposit in the Continental, and the other
four thousand of the mortgage, that mother put into
Manufacturers' Insurance stock, to pacify me. If the land
_doesn't_ sell out there in six months, as Mr. Saftleigh says
it will, I don't know where any more income for us is to come
from.

"I am saving all I can here, for the winter _must_ cost. You
would laugh if you knew how I am saving! I am helping Mrs.
Jeffords do her work, and she doesn't charge me any board, and
so I lay up the money without letting mother know it. I don't
feel as if that were quite right,--or comfortable, at least;
but after all, why shouldn't she be cheated a little bit the
other way, if it is possible? That is why I hope we shall be
here all through October.

"We are having lovely weather now; not a sign of frost.
Although this place is so far north, it is sheltered by great
hills, and seems to lie under the lee, both ways, of high
mountain ranges, so that the cold does not really set in very
early. It is a curious place. I wish I had left room to tell
you more about it. There is a great level basin, around which
slope the uplands, rising farther and farther on every side
except the south, until you get among the real mountain
regions. On these slopes are the farms; the Jeffords', and the
Applebees', and the Patchons', and the Stilphins'. Aren't they
quaint, comfortable old country names? I think they only have
such names among farmers. The name of the place,--or rather
neighborhood, for I don't know where the _place_ actually
is--there are three places, and they are all four or five
miles off--Mill Village, and Pemunk, and Sandon; the name of
the neighborhood,--Brickfield Farms, comes from there having
been brickmaking done here at one time; but it was given up.
The man who owned it got in debt, and failed, I believe; and
nobody has taken hold of it again, because it is so far from
lines of transportation; but there are some cottages about the
foot of Cone Hill, where the laborers used to live; and a big
queer, old red brick house, that