"I own it takes considerable to rile me to the point of striking with her, he would sanction everything at oncehe answered.a man, especially on his own land.  His wife was looking out the window, too.  If we'd been out in the road or anywhere else--but what's the use?  I'm glad now it turned out as it has for I've too much on my mind for lawsuits, and the less one has to do with such cattle as Weeks the better.  Well, you see I'm alone again, and I'm going to go it alone.  I'm going to sell my cows and give up the dairy, and the thing I wanted help in most is the putting this auction bill in shape; also advice as to whether I had better try to sell here in town or up at the farm."
Tom shook his head dubiously and scarcely glanced at the paper. "Your scheme don't look practical to me," he said. "I don't believe you can run that farm alone without losing money.  You'll just keep on going behind till the first thing you know you'll clap a mortgage on it.  Then you'll soon be done for.  What's more, you'll break and indoor work.  Busy times will soon come, and you won't get your meals regularly; you'll be living on coffee and anything that comes handiest; your house will grow untidy and not fit to live in.  If you should be taken sick, there'd be no one to do for you.  Lumbermen, hunters, and such fellows can rough it alone awhile, but I never heard of a farm being run by man-power alone.  Now as to selling out your stock, look at it.  Grazing is what your farm's good for mostly.  It's a pity you're so bent on staying there.  Even if you didn't get very much for the place, from sale or rent, you'd have something that was sure.  A strong, capable man like you could find something to turn your hand to.  Then you could board in some respectable family, and not have to live like Robinson Crusoe.  I've thought it over since we talked last, and if I was you I'd sell or rent."
"It's too late in the season to do either," said Holcroft dejectedly. "What's more, I don't want to, at least not this year.  I've settled that, Tom.  I'm going to have one more summer on the old place, anyway, if I have to live on bread and milk."
"You can't make bread."