matter of managing properly as working hard. Do you know that your
grandfather and I are going to move to town as soon as your Uncle Joe
gets married?"

"Why, no, I didn't--who'll look after things here when you go away?"
asked Bob.

"Oh, your new aunt will see to that," she replied. "I hope you'll like
her, Bob."

"Who is she and what does she look like?" he inquired with boyish
eagerness.

"She used to be a school teacher and lived with us while she taught
our school," she replied; "that's how your Uncle Joe met her. She has
plenty of good looks--too many, I sometimes think, for a farmer's
wife--and she is a real New England Yankee woman, who doesn't know how
to milk cows."

"How could any one be too good-looking to be a farmer's wife,
grandma?" laughed Bob. "Why should good looks keep her from being
successful?"

"Well, you see, Bob, nice white hands are generally spoiled by rough
work," said the old lady.

"But why will she have to do the rough work when she comes here?"
persisted Bob.

"Oh, I guess she won't have any to do--at least, that's what your