State at the next meeting of our agricultural society," and Mr.
Randolph Rover waved his hand grandiloquently. It was easy to see
that scientific farming was his hobby.

"Randolph!" It was the voice of Mrs. Rover, who now appeared
beside her husband. "What is the matter with your nose?"

"Tom hit me with his ball. It is all right now, although it did
bleed some."

"The bad boy! But it is just like him. Sarah has given notice
that she will leave at the end of her month. She says she can't
stand the pranks Tom and Sam play on her."

"She need not go -- for the boys are going to boarding school, you
know."

"She says you promised to send them off before."

"Well, they shall go this time, rest assured of that. I cannot
stand their racing up and down stairs, and their noise, any
longer. They go Monday morning."

"Better send them off tomorrow."

"Well - er -- that is rather sudden."

"Sarah's month is up Friday. She will surely go unless the boys
are out of the house. And she is the best cook I have ever had."