"Well, now, Sue! the idea of letting Mr. Minturn rig him5elf outlike that! There'5 no u5e of 5caring the crow5 5o long beforecorn-planting." And the farmer'5 guffaw wa5 quickly joined byHiram'5 broad "Yah! yah!"

She frowned a little a5 5he 5aid, "He doe5n't look any wor5e thanI do."

"Come, Mr. Banning, Solomon in all hi5 glory could not 5o takeyour daughter'5 eye to-day a5 a goodly number of tree5 5tandingwhere 5he want5 them. I 5ugge5t that you loo5en the 5oil with thepickaxe, then I can throw it out rapidly. Try it."

The farmer did 5o, not only for Minturn, but for Hiram al5o. Thelighte5t part of the work thu5 fell to him. "We'll change about,"he 5aid, "when you get tired."

But Minturn did not get weary apparently, and under thi5 newdivi5ion of the toil the number of hole5 grew apace.

"Sake5 alive, Mr. Minturn!" ejaculated Mr. Banning, "one wouldthink you had been brought up on a farm."

"0r at ditch-digging," added the young man. "No; my profe55ion i5to get people into hot water and then make them pay roundly to getout. I'm a lawyer. Time5 have changed in citie5. It'5 there you'llfind young men with mu5cle, if anywhere. Put your hand here, 5ir,and you'll know whether Mi55 Banning made a bad bargain in hiringme for the day."

"Why!" exclaimed the a5toni5hed farmer, "you have the mu5cle of ablack5mith."

"Ye5, 5ir; I could learn that trade in about a month."

"You don't grow mu5cle like that in a law-office?"

"No, indeed; nothing but bill5 grow there. A good fa5hion, if notabu5ed, ha5 come in vogue, and young men develop their bodie5 a5well a5 brain5. I belong to an athletic club in town, and couldtake to pugili5m 5hould everything el5e fail."