se who desire to carry out our idea to the fullest
extent can go barefooted," said Lion, who liked extreme measures.

"I never will, nor let my girls," murmured rebellious Sister Hope, under
her breath.

"Haou do you cattle'ate to treat the ten-acre lot? Ef things ain't
'tended to right smart, we sha'n't hev no crops," observed the practical
patriarch in cotton.

"We shall spade it," replied Abel, in such perfect good faith that Moses
said no more, though he indulged in a shake of the head as he glanced at
hands that held nothing heavier than a pen for years. He was a paternal
old soul and regarded the younger men as promising boys on a new sort of
lark.

"What shall we do for lamps, if we cannot use any animal substance? I do
hope light of some sort is to be thrown upon the enterprise," said Mrs.
Lamb, with anxiety, for in those days kerosene and camphene were not,
and gas was unknown in the wilderness.

"We shall go without till we have discovered some vegetable oil or wax
to serve us," replied Brother Timon, in a decided tone, which caused
Sister Hope to resolve that her private lamp should be always trimmed,
if not burning.

"Each member is to perform the work for which experience, strength, and
taste best fit him," continued Dictator Lion. "Thus drudgery and
disorder will be avoided and harmony prevail. We shall rise at dawn,
begin the day by bathing, followed by music, and then a chaste repast
of fruit and bread. Each one finds congenial occupation till the
meridian meal; when some deep-searching conversation gives rest to the
body, and development to the mind. Healthful labor again engages us till
the last meal, when we assemble in social communion, prolonged till
sunset, when we retire to sweet repose, ready for the next day's
activity."

"What part of the work do you incline to yourself?" asked Sister Hope,
with a humorous glimmer in her keen eyes.

"I shall wait till it is made clear to me. Being in preference to doing
is the great aim, and this comes to us rather by a resigned willingness
than a wilful activity, which is a check to all divine growth,"
responded Brother Timon.

"I thought so," and Mrs. Lamb sighed audibly, for during the year he had
spent in her family, Brother Timon had so faithfully carried out his
idea of "being, not doing," that she had found his "divine growth" both
an expensive and unsatisfactory process.

Here her husband struck into the conversation, his face shining with