"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."
"For his head man?" said Seth, with a sufficiently intelligible look.
"Yes," said Fleda. "Why?"
But he did not immediately answer her.