THE PRICE OF A PAIR OF SHOES
For fifty years the meadow lot had been mowed and the side hill ploughed at the nod of Jeremiah's head; and for the same fifty years the plums had been preserved and the mince–meat chopped at the nod of his wife's—and now the whole farm from the meadowlot to the mince–meat was to pass into the hands of William, the only son, and William's wife, Sarah Ellen.
"It'll be so much nicer, mother,—no care for you!" Sarah Ellen had declared.
"And so much easier for you, father, too," William had added. "It's time you rested. As for money—of course you'll have plenty in the savings–bank for clothes and such things. You won't need much, anyhow," he finished, "for you'll get your living off the farm just as you always have."
So the matter was settled, and the papers we
