"Why, I'm eighteen now, grandma, and weigh one hundred and ten pounds," he answered stoutly.
"Well, this is a big farm, Bob, and it's gotten pretty well run down in the last few years with your Uncle Joe out West and your grandfather feeling too poorly to do much more than look after the crops," she said.
"Are there big fortunes to be found in the West, grandma?" he asked a moment later.
"No bigger than right here, Bob," she replied. "It's only a matter of work, and I'm beginning to believe that after all it is as much a matter of managing properly as working hard. Do you know that your grandfather and I are going to move to town as soon as your Uncle Joe gets married?"
"Why, no, I didn't--who'll look after things here when you go away?" asked Bob.
"Oh, your new aunt will see to that," she replied. "I hope you'll like her, Bob."
"Who is she and what does she look like?" he inquired with boyish eagerness.
"She used to be a school teacher and lived wit