and then up in to Sacramento, running over the Teal Slough land on the way, to see Wing Fo Wong.”

“And in heaven’s name who is this Wing Fo Wong?” she laughingly queried, “that you must trot and see him?”

“A very important personage, my dear. Worth all of two millions — made in potatoes and asparagus down in the Delta country. I’m leasing three hundred acres of the Teal Slough land to him.” Dick addressed himself to the farm students. “That land lies just out of Sacramento on the west side of the river. It’s a good example of the land famine that is surely coming. It was tule swamp when I bought it, and I was well laughed at by the old-timers. I even had to buy out a dozen hunting preserves. It averaged me eighteen