"But--but your job, Hiram? And I wouldn't approve of your going
out there and lookin' at the place on a Sunday."

"I'll take the early train Monday morning," said the youth,
promptly.

"But what will they say at the store? Mr. Dwight---"

"He turned me off to-day," said Hiram, steadily. "So I won't
lose anything by going out there.

"I tell you what I'll do," he added briskly. "I won't have any
too much money while I'm out of a job, of course. And I shall be
out there at Scoville a couple of days looking the place over,
it's probable.

"So, if you will let me keep this three dollars and a half I
should pay you for my next week's board to-night, I'll pay my own
expenses out there at the farm and if nothing comes of it, all
well and good."

Mrs. Atterson had fumbled for her spectacles and now put them on
to survey the boy's earnest face.

"Do you mean to say you can run a farm, Hi Strong?" she asked.

"I do," and he smiled confidently at her.

"And make it pay?"