"Think of the hired people—the horses, the cows, pigs, hens, garden, fields—all costing more than they yield."
"What has come over you? Did you ever think of money before? Tell me, have you ever been in our cellar?"
"Yes, to look at the kittens."
"In the store-room?"
"For apples and sweetmeats."
"Look into these matters, if you like; they never troubled your mother, at least I never knew that they did; but don't make your reforms tiresome."
What encouragement!
In the yard we saw Fanny contemplating a brood of hens, which were picking up corn before her. "Take Fanny for a coadjutor; she is eighteen, and a bright girl." She sprang to the chaise, and caught the reins, which he threw into her hands, unbuckled the girth, and, before I was out of sight, was leading the horse to water.
"We might economize in the way of a stable-boy," I said.
"Pooh! you are not indulgent. Here," whistling to Fanny, "let Sam do that." She pouted her lips at him, and he laughed.