"Yes."
"Minors?" asked the lawyer.
"No, children."
"Well, I mean any under age, under twenty-one?"
"Yes, it is a couple. Sarah—" Uncle Daniel counted them off on his fingers. The lawyer's abrupt speech startled him, and he was afraid he might forget.
"How old?"
"She is fifteen, but she is little. She could not run a farm."
"But she thinks she can do everything," put in Jacob Kalb. "She got after me with a gun."
The lawyer smiled. He did not take kindly to Jacob Kalb, and it was amusing to think of a fifteen-year-old girl "getting after" him with a gun.