ride to school: and Father had expected to make a good living out of apples: having failed to make one at several other things. They planned to grow vegetables, too, and to keep bees; there were great talks about all they would do as Hugh grew bigger.
But the man who sold the orchard to them was a better business man than Father. Father saw trees white and pink with blossom, and in the simplicity of his heart he thought that where there was such beautiful blossom there would be beautiful apples. This does not follow, however. The apples were a poor kind, unmarketable. The soil of the little farm was hopeless for vegetables— or anything else. Even the bees caught a bee-disease, and died: and the hives had to be burned. And little by little the money in the bank vanished.
Other things went when, in the second season, codlinmoth spoiled the poor erop. The buggy went: most of the furniture: and then Hugh's pony. Nobody could teil how cruelly that hurt. Hugh had to practice not thinking about Tinker—as he practiced not thinking about Mother. Then the calf was sold, and all the fowls and ducks. And that day Father had ridden off early, driving the cow, which was the only thing left to sell—unless you counted old Nugget, the scraggy bay horse. Hugh did not see how they really could sell Nugget, for he was their only link with the outer world.
He could not now go to school, for it was too far to walk. When Father went to the township he had to remam alone: not very cheerful for a boy of nine, with only