"Not much," said Fleda.
"Is he going to work the farm himself?"
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, is he going to work the farm himself, or hire it out, or let somebody else work it on shares?"
"I don't know," said Fleda "I think he is going to have a farmer, and oversee things himself."
"He'll get sick o' that," said Seth; "unless he's the luck to get hold of just the right hand."
"Has he hired anybody yet?" said aunt Miriam, after a little interval of supplying Fleda with "bread and butter."
"Yes, Ma'am, I believe so."
"What's his name?"
"Donohan an Irishman, I believe; uncle Rolf hired him in New
York."