had inquired about it, and had made up his mind to secure it.

"But it is humble," objected his wife.

"We must not be proud, wife," he said. We can make it look homelike with
our furniture in it."

"But what will you do for an income, Sterling?"

"I can work out by the day. Perhaps the man who buys our farm--I hear
the squire has got a purchaser for it--will employ me."

"To work out by the day at your age, Sterling!" said his wife,
indignantly.

"It will be hard, but if it is necessary I can do it."

"But I want to help, Sterling. I can get sewing to do."

"No, no; I won't consent to that."

"Then I won't consent to your working by the day."

"Well, we won't discuss it to-night. We will let the future take care of
itself."

Just then the noise of wheels was heard, and a buggy stopped at the
door.

"I do believe it's Andy!" exclaimed Mrs. Grant, joyfully.