"It is our farm," replied Sarah. "It was my mom's and my pop's farm. It isn't yours."
"Well, it will be mine," said Uncle Daniel. "What would such children make with such a farm?"
"I am not a child," answered Sarah firmly. "For three years already I managed the farm while my pop was sick. And it is William's farm so much as ours. And when William comes home—"
"William will never come home," said Uncle Daniel.
Sarah got up from the old settle.
"William will come home!" she cried. "It don't make nothing out if you do give us homes. If you take the farm, it will be stealing."
"Ei yi!" reproved Aunt Mena shortly. "That is no word for little girls!"
"A whipping would be good for her," offered Jacob Kalb.
"You haven't any right here, Jacob C-calf," cried Sarah.