We shipped eight hundred dollars’ worth of produce the last week in June and through July our shipment amounted to three thousand dollars a week, jumping in August to five thousand dollars and over a week. Holt appointed an assistant to see that everything submitted was up to standard. This man had authority to discard anything offered, but any farmer who felt that he was being discriminated against could submit the refused article that night to Holt. It may be well to mention that not a man disputed the first judgment that summer. As members of the corporation they realized that it was as much to their interest as anyone’s to preserve our standard. Our motor truck was a great success, reducing our transportation charges almost fifty per cent. Not only this, but as time went on we found that at the same cost it would have paid for itself in the matter of convenience alone. We reached the market earlier and were able to make, as we did later in the season, two and three trips a day, so always getting our stuff to the market fresh. Early in September, when we began to get new potatoes and early apples, our sales jumped to six thousand dollars a week. Some of this we shipped by freight. Never before had anyone in our town, except Dardoni, ever marketed his early apples. A few bushels would be taken to the store but as a rule what couldn’t be made into pies or eaten by the small boys were allowed to rot on the ground. As for crab apples--and nearly every farm had at least one tree--what a few housewives did not put up in jelly met the same fate. I’ve seen bushels of plump red crabs rotting on the ground. But not this season. In the first place, Ruth all winter had urged the wives to put up more preserves and the result was marked. Farmers had to get up early to get ahead of their wives and gather any to send to town, but they found a ready market for all they could send. I reckoned as clear profit to the village every apple sent and the total amounted to a good many dollars. For that matter you could reckon as clear profit about all the garden stuff we sent for it’s certain it represented money which until now had not been coming in. Potatoes and beans were all that had ever found their way to market until now. When I look back I wonder how these people ever lived on what they raised. In any real sense they didn’t and what was true of our town is true to-day of a hundred other towns in New England. You can find conditions of poverty right out under God’s blue sky that would make your hardened settlement worker shudder with horror.