sins.

Henry bade him good-bye now, they shook hands, and Hiram agreed to let
his new friend know at once if he decided to come with Mrs. Atterson to
the farm.

"We can have heaps of fun--you and me," declared Henry.

"It isn't so bad," soliloquized the young farmer when he was alone.
"There'd be time to put the buildings and fences in good shape before
the spring work came on with a rush. There's fertilizer enough in the
barnyard and the pig pen and the hen run--with the help of a few pounds
of salts and some bone meal, perhaps--to enrich a right smart kitchen
garden and spread for corn on that four acre lot yonder.

"Of course, this land up here on the hill needs humus. If it has been
cropped on shares, as Henry says, all the enrichment it has received
has been from commercial fertilizers. And necessarily they have made the
land sour. It probably needs lime badly.

"Yes, I can't encourage Mrs. Atterson to look for a profit in anything
this year. It will take a year to get that rich bottom into shape
for--for what, I wonder? Onions? Celery? It would raise 'em both. I'll
think about that and look over the market prospects more fully before I
decide."

For already, you see, Hiram had come to the decision that this old farm
could be made to pay. Why not? The true farmer has to have imagination
as well as the knowledge and the perseverance to grow crops. He must be
able in his mind's eye to see a field ready for the reaping before he
puts in a seed.

He did not go to the house on this occasion, but after casually
examining the tools and harness, and the like, left by the old man, he
cut off across the upper end of the farm and gave the neglected open
fields of this upper forty a casual examination.

"If she had the money to invest, I'd say buy sheep and fence these
fields and so get rid of the weeds. They've grown very foul through
neglect, and cultivating them for years would not destroy the weeds as
sheep would in two seasons.

"But wire fencing is expensive--and so are good sheep to begin with. No.
Slow but sure must be our motto. I mustn't advise any great outlay of
money--that would scare her to death.

"It will be hard enough for her to put out money all season long before
there are any returns. We'll go, slow," repeated Hiram.

But when he left the farm that afternoon he went swiftly enough to
Scoville and took the train for the not far distant city of Crawberry.
This was Tuesday evening and he arrive