From a wide neighborhood horses were brought him to be shod, cart-wheels to be tired, axles to be mended, plowshares to be sharpened, and all sorts of odd jobs to be done.

He soon found it necessary to make arrangement with a carpenter and wheelwright to work on his premises.

Before two years were over, he was what people call a flourishing man, and laying by a little money.
"But," he said to Mary, "I can't go on like this, you know, miss.

I don't want money.

It must be meant to do something with, and I must find out what that something is.".