“You don’t say!”

“Fact, aunt; but he made me pay him well too.”

“How much did you give him?”

“Fifty dollars, aunt.”

“That’s what I call wasteful,” said Aunt Deborah, disapprovingly.

“Couldn’t you be satisfied with the nat’ral color of your hair?  To my mind black’s handsomer than brown.”

“You’re right, aunt.  I wouldn’t have done it if it hadn’t been for Miss Percival.”

“Are you engaged to her?”

“No, Aunt Deborah.  The fact was, I found she wasn’t domestic, and didn’t know anything about keeping house, but only cared for dress, so I drew off, and she’s married to somebody else now.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” said Deborah, emphatically.  “The jade!  She wouldn’t have been a proper wife for you.  You want some good girl that’s willin’ to go into the kitchen, and look after things, and not carry all she’s worth on her back.”

“I agree with you, aunt,” said Ferdinand, who thought it politic, in view of the request he meant to make by and by, to agree with hie aunt in her views of what a wife should be.

Aunt Deborah began to regard her nephew as quite a sensible young man, and to look upon him with complacency.

“I wish, Ferdinand,” she said, “you liked farmin’.”

“Why, aunt?”

“You could stay here, and manage my farm for me.”

“Heaven forbid!” thought the young man with a shudder.  “I should be bored to death.  Does the old lady think I would put on a frock and overalls, and go out and plough, or hoe potatoes?”

“It’s a good, healthy business,” pursued Aunt Deborah, unconscious of the thoughts which were passing through her nephew’s mind, “and you wouldn’t have to spend much for dress.  Then I’m gittin’ old, and though I don’t want to make no promises, I’d very likely will it to you, ef I was satisfied with the way you managed.”

“You’re very kind, aunt,” said Ferdinand, “but I’m afraid I wasn’t cut out for farming.  You know I never lived in the country.”

“Why, yes, you did,” said the old lady.  “You was born in the country, and lived there till you was ten years old.”

“To be sure,” said Ferdinand, hastily, “but I was too young then to take notice of farming.  What does a boy of ten know of such things?”

“To be sure.  You’re right there.”

“The fact is, Aunt Deborah, some men are born to be farmers, and some are born to be traders.  Now, I’ve got a talent for trading.  That’s the reason I’ve got such a good offer from San Francisco.”

“How did you get it?  Did you know the man?”

“He used to be in business in New York.  He was the first man I worked for, and he knew what I was.  San Francisco is full of money, and traders make more than they do here.  That’s the reason he can afford to offer me so large a salary.”

“When did he send for you?”

“I got the letter last week.”