"
"Yes, I am certain, for I heard Uncle Randolph tell Aunt Martha
that he wouldn't keep us in the house another week. He said he
would rather put up with the Central Park menagerie -- think of
that!" and Tom Rover began to laugh.
"That's rather rough on us, but I don't know but what we deserve
it," answered Sam Rover, Tom's younger brother. "We have been
giving it pretty strong lately, with playing tricks on Sarah the
cook, Jack the hired man, and Uncle Randolph's pet dog Alexander.
But then we, had to do something -- or go into a dry rot. Life in
the country is all well enough, but it's mighty slow for me."
"I guess it is slow for anybody brought up in New York, Sam. Why,
the first week I spent here I thought the stillness would kill me.
I couldn't actually go to sleep because it was so quiet. I wish
uncle and aunt would move to the city. They have money enough."
"Aunt Martha likes to be quiet, and uncle is too much wrapped up
in the art of scientific farming, as he calls it. I'll wager
he'll stay on this farm experimenting and writing works on
agriculture until he dies. Well, it's a good enough way to do, I
suppose, but it wouldn't suit me.
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