“Of course he’ll stay,” Gladys cried as she tossed the tiny dog in the air while he gave vent to an imitation growl. “Aunt Hannah and I have arranged it without so much as asking your permission. You two are to live here; Snip’s work is to enjoy himself with me, while you’re to make a garden, the like of which won’t be seen this side of New York. What do you think of settling down to being a farmer?”