"No; the house and carriage barn. I'll pay for the trees, shrubs, and kickshaws in the gardens and lawns."
"You started out with a plan for a $10,000 house, didn't you? Well, I don't think that's enough. You ought to give me $15,000 for the house and barn and let me see what I can do with it; and you ought to give it to me right away, so that you cannot spend it for pigs and foolish farm things."
"I'll do it within ten days, Polly; and I won't meddle in your affairs if you will agree to keep within the limit."
"It's a bargain," said Polly, "and the house will be much more livable than this one. What do you think we could sell this one for?"
"About $33,000 or $34,000, I think."
"And will you sell it?"
"Of course, if you don't object."
"Sell, to be sure; it would be foolish to keep it, for we'll be country folk in a year."
"I have a theory," said I, "that when we live on the farm we ought to credit the farm with what it costs us for food and shelter here,—providing, of course, that the farm feeds and shelters us as well."
"It will do it a great deal better. We will have a better house, better food, more company, more leisure, more life, and more everything that counts, than we ever had before."