It's gone to ruin and decay the last few years." "But it could be put into shape ?" "Perhaps so; at an expense that will add to your loss." "Never mind that." "If you want farm life, why don't you rent a respectable farm ?" demanded the Major.
"No; this is my farm.

I own it, and it's my bounded duty to live on it," said Uncle John, stubbornly.

"Write to that real estate fellow at Millville tomorrow and tell him to have the place fixed up and put into ship-shape order as quickly as possible.

Tell him to buy some cows and pigs and chickens, and hire a man to look after them.

Also a horse and buggy, some saddle horses----" "Go slow, John.