TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
lish that the good sisters performed miracles in the way of gardening, with the assistance of only one hired man, —“Jeem See-dall” by name, of a disgraceful laziness, —they produced vegetables which were the despair and envy of farmers for miles around.
“A flag station, Patty, and a hired man named Jim—the same, the same, —Eureka!” whispered Mr. Patterson as they drove off in the direction indicated by the landlord. The lonely little station soon greeted their eager gaze and—oh joy! Beside it loomed a large red barn—a rotund, florid, bumptious sort of barn and cheerful withal. Pat and Patty nudged each other and beamed. They could find no words to voice their relief. Shortly after this the road skirted a well fenced field of rich soil backed by prosperous outbuildings.
“Ah, that must be where those wonderful
