After the speed trials were over Bob milked his cows again, and with his father drove out to Brookside Farm.
"My, it certainly doesn't look like the old place, Bob," his father remarked, when they came in sight of the farm. "What a fine fence; are those stone posts, Bob?"
"No, dad, they're concrete, but will last just as long as stone."
Bob now stopped the car to give his father time to see all the changes.
"Why, the sawmill's gone too, Bob."
"Yes," he replied, "we'll drive down that way and go in at the lower gate."
It was hard for Bob's father to understand the reason for all the buildings and what conditions had made them different sizes and shapes.
He did not know until Bob explained to him that each building required special designing to suit certain conditions.
That night they sang the "Happy Farmer" song for him, and his father sat up long after the others had retired, talking to his brother Joe.
On the way home from the Fair on Friday afternoon, the animals from Brookside Farm fell in behind those of the Wallace Farm. Alex Wallace was looking after their flock of Merino sheep, in which there was an old buck, and had with him their Scotch collie dog "Don." Bob was looking after his flock of Southdown sheep, which he had driven close behind Alex, so the boys could talk to each other back and forth as they went along.