"Come and I'll show it to you--that is, If you're able to walk after
the meal."
The meal did not trouble Samuel, and they went out and took a stroll.
And so the boy met with yet another revelation of the possibilities of
existence.
If there was anything in the world he would have supposed he
understood, it was farming; but here at "Fairview" was farming as it
was done by the methods of Science. At home they had had some lilac
bushes and a row of peonies; here were acres of greeneries, filled
with flowers of gorgeous and unimaginable splendor, and rare plants
from every part of the world. At home it had been Samuel's lot to milk
the cow, and he had found it a trying job on cold and dark winter
mornings; and here was a model dairy, with steam heat and electric
light, and tiled walls and nickel plumbing, and cows with pedigrees in
frames, and attendants with white uniforms and rubber gloves. Then
there was a row of henhouses, each for a fancy breed of fowl--some of
them red and lean as herons, and others white as snow and as fat and
ungainly as hogs. And then out in front, at one corner of the lawn,
was the aviary, with houses for the peacocks and lyre birds, and for
parrots and magpies and innumerable strange birds from the tropics.
Also there were dog kennels with many dozens of strange breeds.
"Father got those for me," said young Lockman. "He thought I'd be
interested in agriculture.
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