more than he has done." "Might I see that farm, Mr.Walter ?" asked Bartley.
"Certainly," said Walter; "I shall be happy to show you over it." Then he turned to Mary.

"I am afraid it would be no compliment to you.

Ladies are not interested in farms." "Oh, but _I_ am, since papa is, and Mr.Hope: and then on _our_ farm there are so many dear little young things: little calves, little lambs, and little pigs.

Little pigs are ducks--_very_ little ones, I mean; and there is nearly always a young colt about, that eats out of my hand.

Not like a farm?
The idea!" "Then I will show you all over ours, you and your papa," said Walter, warmly.