I don't think this sort of thing should continue, Uncle Isham.

It would be a great deal better to plough that field for pickles.

Now there is a steady market for pickles, and, so far as I know, there are no pickle farms in the West." "Pickles!" ejaculated the astonished Isham.

"Do you mean, Miss Null, to put dat fiel' down in kukumbers at dis time o' yeah ?" "Well," said Mrs Null, thoughtfully, "I don't know that I feel authorized to make the change at present, but I do know that the things that pay most are small fruits, and if you people down here would pay more attention to them you would make more money.

But the land must be ploughed, and then we'll see about planting it afterward; your mistress will, probably, be home in time for that.