was n't about.

The corn shelled out 100 bags--the best crop we had ever had; but when Dad
came to sell it seemed as though every farmer in every farming district on
earth had had a heavy crop, for the market was glutted--there was too much
corn in Egypt--and he could get no price for it. At last he was offered
Ninepence ha'penny per bushel, delivered at the railway station. Ninepence
ha'penny per bushel, delivered at the railway station! Oh, my country! and
fivepence per bushel out of that to a carrier to take it there!
AUSTRALIA, MY MOTHER!

Dad sold--because he could n't afford to await a better market; and when
the letter came containing a cheque in payment, he made a calculation,
then looked pitifully at Mother, and muttered--" SEVEN POUN'S TEN!"




Chapter XII.



Kate's Wedding.


Our selection was a great place for dancing. We could all dance--from Dan
down--and there was n't a figure or a movement we did n't know. We
learned young. Mother was a firm believer in early tuition. She used to
say it was nice for young people to know how to dance, and be able to take
their part when they went out anywhere, and not be awkward and