my father, as I think now I should have done, I ran away to a big
city. I wanted to be dressed up, and wear a white collar instead of
overalls and a jumper.

"But I found that life in the city, instead of being easier than on
the farm, was harder, especially as I didn't know much about it. Many
a time I wished I was back with my father, but I was too proud to
admit that I had made a mistake. So I kept on working in the city, and
finally I began to forget all about the farm.

"I won't make this story too long, for you might get tired of it,"
said Mr. Carford, as he got up to put a log on the fire.

"Oh, we like stories; don't we, Freddie?" said Flossie.

"Yes," said Freddie softly.

"I know, my dear," said the old man kindly, "but I am afraid you
wouldn't like my kind. Anyhow I kept on working in the city--in one
city after another--until I became successful and then, in time, I got
rich."

"Rich!" cried Freddie. "Very rich?" and his big eyes opened wide.

"Freddie!" cautioned Nan, with a sharp look.

"Oh, I don't mind!" laughed Mr. Carford "Yes, I got quite rich, and
then I thought it was time to go back to the old farm, and see my
father. My mother had died before I went away. Maybe if she had lived
I wouldn't have gone. And then I began to find out that life wasn't