"
"As you like."
"They're saying down to the store that feed will be higher than ever
this winter. I suppose we'd better lay in a store. I can't sell a few
barrels of potatoes, though I did want to save them."
Mr. Jeminy roused himself with an effort. "I had the horse shod all
around," he said.
Aaron nodded. "I guess it's just as well," he replied. "Did you ask
about fixing the harrow?"
"It will take a week," said Mr. Jeminy. "I said to go ahead, figuring
that we had the whole winter before us."
"We could do with a new harrow," said Aaron, "only there's no way to
pay for it."
Mr. Jeminy shook the reins over Elijah's back. "I have a little
money," he began, "laid away . . ."
"You're very kind," said Aaron, "but I don't figure to take advantage
of it. Still, living's hard; so much trouble. Take me; here I am
bound down to a farm's got as many rocks in it as anything else. I've
been as far south as Attleboro, but I've never had a view of the world,
like you've had. I'll die as I've lived, without anything to be
grateful for, so far as I can see.
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