Part 28 (1/2)

”You send all your eggs to Vancouver?”

”Ay!”

”How aret,--she'll tell you”

I turned and addressed Mrs Clark, who looked over at her husband sadly

”When the season is good, maybe fifty dozen a week; sometimes more, sometimes not sooff”

”I understand, Mrs Clark

”I have a big deet, I have to order fros to thee? I could afford to pay you at least five cents a dozenfroes, and still I could beabsolutely fresh stock Besides, I would pay cash for what I got”

Andrew Clark nodded his head ”A capital plan, my boy,--a capital plan Man,” he exclaimed testily, ”Joe, wi' all his sht o' that in a thousand years”

I laughed ”Why!--there is no thinking to it, Andrew It is simply the ABC of arithearet,--she looks after the chickens That's her affair”

I turned to the quiet old woreed with the plan

”Would you ask Andrew, Mr Bremner, if we had better not take supplies fros?” she inquired

I put the question to Andrew as things began to dawn in reed

And so--I acting as spokesement was made that I should use all the output of the chicken-farm and pay a price of five cents per dozen in advance of the Vancouver o, bidding good-night to the old people Rita came down to the boat Her face was anxious and she was searching irl,” I exclaioing on between your grande,--it ain't grandrand-dad would only speak to her It's killing her gradual, like a dry rot”

”How long has it been going on?” I asked again

”Oh!--long's I can remember; near about ten years There was a quarrel about so Grandmother wanted to visit soo At last he swore by the Word of God if she went he'd never speak to her again Grandht, and next day she went When she carand-dad wouldn't speak to her; and he ain't ever spoken to her since”