horizon of reality.

"What do you think, Sophia?" said Louisa when she came in--she did
not wait to take off her hat before she began--"the Jamesons are
going to leave the Liscoms, and they have rented the old Wray place,
and are going to run the farm and raise vegetables and eggs. Mr.
Jameson is coming on Saturday night, and they are going to move in
next Monday."

I was very much astonished; I had never dreamed that the Jamesons had
any taste for farming, and then, too, it was so late in the season.

"Old Jonas Martin is planting the garden now," said Louisa. "I saw
him as I came past."

"The garden," said I; "why, it is the first of August!"

"Mrs. Jameson thinks that she can raise late peas and corn, and set
hens so as to have spring chickens very early in the season," replied
Louisa, laughing; "at least, that is what Mrs. Gregg says. The
Jamesons are going to stay here until the last of October, and then
Jonas Martin is going to take care of the hens through the winter."

I remembered with a bewildered feeling what Mrs. Jameson had said
about not wanting to board with people who kept hens, and here she
was going to keep them herself.

Louisa and I wondered what kind of a man Mr. H. Boardman Jameson
might be; he had never been to Linnville, being kept in the city by
his duties at the custom-house.