And, say, fix up the line you broke the other day." "Sure, mother." The morning was clear and cool.

He did his chores, then went out to his ten-acre field of wheat and lucerne.

The grain was heading beautifully; and there were prospects of three cuttings of hay; the potatoes were doing fine, also the corn and the squash and the melons.

The young farmer's heart was made glad to see the coming harvest, all the work of his own hands.
For this was the first real crop they had raised.

For years they had struggled and pinched.