"True, my boy.

But in the mean while we could fill the ground, as they do in Kent, with gooseberries and currants, or onions and cabbages.

Nevertheless, considering we are not great capitalists, I am afraid we must give up a share of our profits to diminish our outlay.

So harkye, Pisistratus--look at him, brother, simple as he stands there, I think he is born with a silver spoon in his mouth--harkye, now to the mysteries of speculation.

Your father shall quietly buy the land, and then, presto! we will issue a prospectus and start a company.