ollars is the most I would give if I had the cash to
pay."

"I think it's mean in Squire Green to take such advantage of you," said
Harry.

"You mustn't say so, Harry, for it won't do for me to get the squire's
ill will. I am owing him money. I've agreed to pay for the cow in six
months."

"Can you do it?"

"I don't see how; but the money's on interest, and it maybe the
squire'll let it stay. I forgot to say, though, that last evening when I
went to get the cow he made me agree to forfeit ten dollars if I was
not ready with the money and interest in six months. I am afraid he will
insist on that if I can't keep my agreement."

"It will be better for you to pay, and have done with it."

"Of course. I shall try to do it, if I have to borrow the money. I
suppose I shall have to do that."

Meantime Harry was busy thinking. "Wouldn't it be possible for me to
earn money enough to pay for the cow in six months? I wish I could do
it, and relieve father."

He began to think over all the possible ways of earning money, but
there was nothing in particular to do in the town except to work for the
farmers, and there was very little money to earn ill that way. Money is
a scarce commodity with farmers everywhere. Most of their income is in
the shape of farm produce, and used in the family. Only a small surplus
is converted into money, and a dollar, therefore, seems more to them
than to a mechanic, whose substantial income is perhaps less. This is
the reason, probably, why farmers are generally loath to spend money.
Harry knew that if he should hire out to a farmer for the six months the
utmost he could expect would be a dollar a week, and it was not certain
he could earn that. Besides, he would probably be worth as much to his
father as anyone, and his labor in neither case provide money to pay for
the cow. Obviously that would not answer. He must think of some other
way, but at present none seemed open. He sensibly deferred thinking till
after the examination.

"Are you going to the school examination, father?" asked our hero.

"I can't spare time, Harry. I should like to, for I want to know how
far you have progressed. 'Live and learn,' my boy. That's a good motto,
though Squire Green thinks that 'Live and earn' is a better."

"That's the rule he acts on," said Mrs. Walton. "He isn't troubled with
learning."

"No, he isn't as good a scholar probably as Tom, here."

"Isn't he?" said Tom, rather complacently.

"Don'