“You'll find us all here whenever you want to come back to it. For I've talked with Mr. Strickland and I'm going to adopt Sister, all reg'lar, and she shall have what I leave when I die, only promising to give Mr. Camp a shelter, if he should outlast me. “Sister's folks may never look her up, and she may never git that money the institution folk think is coming to her. But she'll be well fixed here, that's sure.” Indeed, taking it all around, everybody of importance to the story seemed to be “well fixed”, as Mother Atterson expressed it. She herself need never be disturbed by the vagaries of boarders, or troubled in her mind, either waking or sleeping, about the gravy--save on Thanksgiving Day. Old Lem Camp and Sister were provided for by their own exertions and Mrs. Atterson's kindness. The Dickersons--even Pete--had become friendly neighbors. Henry Pollock had waked up his father, and they were running the Pollock farm on much more modern lines than before. And Hiram himself was looking ahead to a scheme of life that suited him, and to a chance “to make good” on a much larger scale than he had on the Atterson Eighty where, nevertheless, he had made the soil pay. End of Project Gutenberg's Hiram The Young Farmer, by Burbank L. Todd