"You see," resumed Mr. Jones, "these were here when old man Jamison died. If I hadn't sold the place I should have taken them out before long, and got rid of what I didn't want. Now you can have the lot at a low figure," which he named. "I'll take them," I said, promptly. "The carrots make it look like a gold-mine," cried Merton. "Well, you're wise," resumed Mr. Jones. "You'll have to get a cow and a horse, and here's fodder for 'em handy. Perhaps I can pick 'em out for you, too, at the vandoo. You can go along, and if anything strikes your fancy I'll bid on it." "O papa," cried the children, in chorus, "can we go with you to the vandoo?" "Yes, I think so. When does the sale take place?" "Next Tuesday. That's a good breed of potatoes. Jamison allus had the best of everything. They'll furnish you with seed, and supply your table till new ones come. I guess you could sell a barrel or so of apples at a rise." "I've found a market for them already. Look at these children; and I'm good for half a barrel myself if they don't decay too soon. Where could we find better or cheaper food? All the books say that apples are fattening." "That's true of man and beast, if the books do say it. They'll keep in this cool, dark cellar longer than you'd think--longer than you'll let 'em, from the way they're disappearin'. I guess I'll try one." "Certainly, a dozen, just as if they were still yours." "They wasn't mine--they belonged to the Jamison estate. I'll help myself now quicker'n I would before. I might come it over a live man, you know, but not a dead one." "I'd trust you with either." While I was laughing at this phase of honesty, he resumed: "This is the kind of place to keep apples--cool, dry, dark, even temperature. Why, they're as crisp and juicy as if just off the trees. I came over to make a suggestion. There's a lot of sugar-maple trees on your place, down by the brook. Why not tap 'em, and set a couple of pots b'ilin' over your open fire? You'd kill two birds with one stone; the fire'd keep you warm, and make a lot of sugar in the bargain. I opinion, too, the children would like the fun." They were already shouting over the idea, but I said dubiously, "How about the pails to catch the sap?" "Well," said Mr. Jones, "I've thought of that. We've a lot of spare milk-pails and pans, that we're not usin'. Junior understands the business; and, as we're not very busy, he can help you and take his pay in sugar." The subject of poultry was forgotten; and the children scampered off to the house to tell of this new project.