CHAPTER III.
THE DAWN OF A GREAT ENTERPRISE The great enterprise was sprung on Mr.Merrick the very morning following his arrival at the farm.

Breakfast was over and a group had formed upon the shady front lawn, where chairs, benches and hammocks were scattered in profusion.
"Well, Uncle, how do you like it ?" asked Louise.

"Are you perfectly comfortable and happy, now we've escaped so far from the city that its humming life is a mere memory ?" "Happy as a clam," responded Uncle John, leaning back in his chair with his feet on a foot rest.

"If I only had the morning paper there would be nothing else to wish for." "The paper?
That's what that queer tramp at the Junction House asked for," remarked Beth.

"The first thought of even a hobo was for a morning paper.