"If I knew something of scientific farming," he added after a while, "I think I'd stay home.

Dad's a doctor, a kindly, old-fashioned chap.

I--I'd like to have you know him, Carl--he's a bully sort.

He's living up there in Vermont on a farm that's never been developed to its full possibilities.

It's the best farm in the valley, but, you see, he hasn't the time and he's growing old--" "Why not take a course at an agricultural college ?" Wherry colored.
"I haven't the money, Carl," he acknowledged honestly.