worked, and made others work, too. He seems to be capable of the constructive carrying out of plans."
It was a late afternoon in early March. The wheat was showing green in patches through a light snow that had fallen the night before, and which was melting wherever the sun could reach it. The red clay road wound around the rolling hills, cutting the wheat field in two and then dipping suddenly to the straggling hedge that enclosed the yard surrounding the Bolling house.
As soon as the early potatoes had been dug Philip had begun the process of getting the lawn grassed. It would take some time to accomplish a greensward, but a beginning had been made. The stumps of the great trees that had been felled the year before he had dynamited and in their places had planted young trees selected with great care. The hedge around the sunken garden had been trimmed and it was no longer horse high, although it was still hog strong, but the hogs had been removed to a suitable pen made for them at the foot of the hill, far from the house. The fountain had been repaired and the little bronze boy was standing firmly and gracefully on his sturdy legs, holding up the shell to catch the drops as
