that he had decided to lease it to his brother and move to Detroit.
"My goodness, Henry, what for? We're doing well here; I'm sure you're going ahead faster than any one in the neighborhood," she said in astonishment.
"I want to get back to work in the machine shops. I can't do any work on my gasoline engine here. Even if I had the time I haven't the equipment," he explained.
"Well, I must say. Here we've worked hard, and got a comfortable home, and a fine farm, that pays more every year, and sixteen head of good stock and you're going to leave it all for a gasoline engine that isn't even built. I don't see what you're thinking of," said poor Mrs. Ford, confronted thus suddenly with the prospect of giving up all her accustomed ways, her old friends, her big house with its stock of linens and its cellar filled with good things.
"You can't begin to make as much in the city as you do here," she argued reasonably. "And suppose the engine doesn't work, after all?"
"It'll work, all right. I'm going to keep at it till it does," Ford said.
