finds so much of the beautiful in art and music and so many
cultivated people.'

"Lizzie was a handsome girl, an' had more sense than any o' the
others that tried to keep up with her. After all, she was Sam's
fault, an' Sam was a sin conceived an' committed by his wife, as ye
might say. She had made him what he was.

"'Have you seen Dan Pettigrew lately?' Lizzie asked.

"'Yes.' I says. 'Dan is goin' to be a farmer.'

"'A farmer!" says she, an' covered her face with her handkerchief
an' shook with merriment.

"'Yes,' I says. 'Dan has come down out o' the air. He's abandoned
folly. He wants to do something to help along.'

"'Yes, of course,' says Lizzie, in a lofty manner. 'Dan is really
an excellent boy--isn't he?'

"'Yes, an' he's livin' within his means--that's the first
mile-stone in the road to success,' I says. 'I'm goin' to buy him
a thousand acres o' land, an' one o' these days he'll own it an' as
much more. You wait. He'll have a hundred men in his employ, an'
flocks an' herds an' a market of his own in New York. He'll
control prices in this county, an' they're goin' down. He'll be a
force in the State.'

"They were all sitting up. The faces o' the Lady Henshaw an' her