which was provided at Lulu Temple, and which he had so thoroughly
enjoyed, was left to her imagination. His only remark when questioned
was: "Sarah, you're not in it. You are not a 'Shriner.'" And as John
had in every other particular fulfilled her ideal of what constitutes
a good husband, Sarah, like the wise woman she was, allowed the
subject to drop.

A good, practical, progressive farmer, John Landis constantly read,
studied and pondered over the problem of how to produce the largest
results at least cost of time and labor. His crops were skillfully
planted in rich soil, carefully cultivated and usually harvested
earlier than those of his neighbors. One summer he raised potatoes so
large that many of them weighed one pound each, and new potatoes and
green peas, fresh from the garden, invariably appeared on Aunt Sarah's
table the first of July, and sometimes earlier. I have known him to
raise cornstalks which reached a height of thirteen feet, which were
almost equaled by his wife's sunflower stalks, which usually averaged
nine feet in height.

Aunt Sarah, speaking one day to Mary, said: "Your Uncle John is an
unusually silent man. I have heard him remark that when people talk
continuously they are either _very_ intelligent or tell untruths." He,
happening to overhear her remark, quickly retorted:

"The man who speaks a dozen tongues,
When all is said and done,
Don't hold a match to him who knows
How to keep still in one."

When annoyed at his wife's talkativeness, her one fault in her