"There's a hundred and eighty-one acres o' woodland, and the cleared land just makes two hundred. It ought to be worth eighteen hundred dollars."
"I know a man who wants a farm. He says some day all this river front will be valuable for a summer resort. I'm authorized to buy for him. I'll give you sixteen hundred and fifty. Is it a bargain?"
Miss Abby turned pale.
"Oh, I don't know! It seems dreadful to sell it, after all the years Henery put into cleanin' of it up. I was hopin' somehow that maybe I could get work on the farm from them as bought it and keep Abby here for a while longer."
"That's all right," said McAllister. "My principal is buying it on a speculation. You can stay indefinitely."
"How about rent?" asked Miss Abby.
"You can take care of the farm, and he won't charge you any rent."
The terms having been finally arranged to Miss Abby's satisfaction, McAllister drew a small check-book from his pocket and filled out a voucher for the amount.
"We can sign the papers later," said he with a smile.
Miss Abby took the slip of paper doubtfully.