"Not much, but enough to keep things going if you're careful," said
Meeks. He spoke deprecatingly, but in reality the sum seemed large to
him also. "You know there's an income besides from that fine
grass-land," said he. "There's more than enough hay for a cow and
horse, if you keep one. You can count on something besides in good
hay-years."

Henry looked reflective. Then his face seemed to expand with an
enormous idea. "I wonder--" he began.

"You wonder what?" asked Sylvia.

"I wonder--if it wouldn't be cheaper in the end to keep
an--automobile and sell all the hay."

Sylvia gasped, and Meeks burst into a roar of laughter.

"I rather guess you don't get me into one of those things, butting
into stone walls, and running over children, and scaring horses, with
you underneath most of the time, either getting blown up with
gasolene or covering your clothes with mud and grease for me to clean
off," said Sylvia.

"I thought automobiles were against your principles," said Meeks,
still chuckling.

"So they be, the way other folks run 'em," said Henry; "but not the
way I'd run 'em."