"How hard he has worked -- to make this farm!" "Well, he has made it." "Yes, but he has paid a dozen years of _his_ life for it.

And mamma! -- " "It was a pretty tough subject to begin with," said the elder, looking about him again.

"But it's a nice farm now; -- it's the handsomest farm in the county; -- it ought to pay considerable now, after this." "It hasn't brought us in much so far," observed Winthrop, "except just to keep along; -- and a pretty tight fit at that." "The house ought to be up here," said Rufus, considering the little distant brown speck; -- "it would be worth twice as much." "What would ?" "Why! -- the farm!" "The house wouldn't," said Winthrop, -- "not to my notions." "It's confoundedly out of the way, down there, a mile off from the work." "Only a quarter of that, and a little better," said Winthrop calmly.
"A little worse! -- There's a great loss of time.

There would be twice as much work done if the house was up here." "_I_ couldn't stand it," said Winthrop.

"How came it the house was put down there ?" "Papa bought the point first and built the house, before ever he pushed his acquirements so far as this.