“Naturally,” he answered. “That is the customary arrangement.” “And would you be prepared to give possession immediately?” “Immediately,” he responded. I began to feel enthusiasm. By the look on my wife's face I could tell that she was enthused, too. “If we come to terms,” I said, “and everything proves satisfactory, I suppose you could arrange to have the deed made out at once?” “The deed?” he said blankly. “You mean the lease?” “The lease?” I said blankly. “You mean the deed?” “The deed?” he said blankly. “You mean the lease?” “The lease, indeed,” said my wife. “You mean----” I broke in here. Apparently we were all getting the habit. “Let us be perfectly frank in this matter,” I said. “Let us dispense with these evasive and dilatory tactics. You want eighteen hundred dollars for this place, furnished?” “Exactly,” he responded. “Eighteen hundred dollars for it from June to October.” Then, noting the expressions of our faces, he continued hurriedly: “A remarkably small figure considering what summer rentals are in this section. Besides, this house is new. It costs a lot to reproduce these old Colonial designs!” I saw at once that we were but wasting our time in this person's company. He had not the faintest conception of what we wanted. We came away. Besides, as I remarked to the others after we were back in the car and on our way again, this house-farm would never have suited us; the view from it was nothing extra. I told Winsell to go deeper into the country until we really struck the abandoned farm belt. So we went farther and farther. After a while it was late afternoon and we seemed to be lost again. My wife and Winsell's wife were tired; so we dropped them at the next teahouse we passed. I believe it was the eighteenth teahouse for the day. Winsell and I then continued on the quest alone. Women know so little about business anyway that it is better, I think, whenever possible, to conduct important matters without their presence. It takes a masculine intellect to wrestle with these intricate problems; and for some reason or other this problem was becoming more and more complicated and intricate all the time. On a long, deserted stretch of road, as the shadows were lengthening, we overtook a native of a rural aspect plodding along alone. Just as we passed him I was taken with an idea and I told Winsell to stop. I was tired of trafficking with stupid villagers and avaricious land-grabbers. I would deal with the peasantry direct. I would sound the yeoman heart--which is honest and true and ever beats in accord with the best dictates of human nature. “My friend,” I said to him, “I am seeking an abandoned farm. Do you know of many such in this vicinity?” “How?” he asked. I never got so tired of repeating a question in my life; nevertheless, for this yokel's limited understanding, I repeated it again.