"You know there's an income besides from that fine grass-land," said he.

"There's more than enough hay for a cow and horse, if you keep one.

You can count on something besides in good hay-years." Henry looked reflective.

Then his face seemed to expand with an enormous idea.

"I wonder--" he began.
"You wonder what ?" asked Sylvia.
"I wonder--if it wouldn't be cheaper in the end to keep an--automobile and sell all the hay." Sylvia gasped, and Meeks burst into a roar of laughter.
"I rather guess you don't get me into one of those things, butting into stone walls, and running over children, and scaring horses, with you underneath most of the time, either getting blown up with gasolene or covering your clothes with mud and grease for me to clean off," said Sylvia.
"I thought automobiles were against your principles," said Meeks, still chuckling.
"So they be, the way other folks run 'em," said Henry; "but not the way I'd run 'em." "We'll have a good, steady horse that won't shy at one, if we have anything," said Sylvia, and her voice had weight.
"There's a good buggy in Abrahama's barn," said Meeks.
Sylvia made an unexpected start.