You are about as able to manage the farm as your best milch cow.

You'll be obliged to have some managing man, who will either cheat you out of your money or wheedle you into marrying him.' 'O, your honour, I was never that sort o' woman, an' nobody has known it on me.' 'Very likely not, because you were never a widow before.

A woman's always silly enough, but she's never quite as great a fool as she can be until she puts on a widow's cap.

Now, just ask yourself how much the better you will be for staying on your farm at the end of four years, when you've got through your money, and let your farm run down, and are in arrears for half your rent; or, perhaps, have got some great hulky fellow for a husband, who swears at you and kicks your children.' 'Indeed, Sir Christifer, I know a deal o' farmin,' an' was brought up i' the thick on it, as you may say.

An' there was my husband's great-aunt managed a farm for twenty year, an' left legacies to all her nephys an' nieces, an' even to my husband, as was then a babe unborn.' 'Psha! a woman six feet high, with a squint and sharp elbows, I daresay--a man in petticoats.