"For the situation. I need a place where I can bring my family during the summer, and this farm will suit us fine. The view is excellent, and there is a good beach for boating and bathing. How much do you want for it?"
"I didn't say I was goin' to sell, did I?" Abner roared.
"But you just told me you are going to give up farming, didn't you?"
"Sure, I did. But that doesn't mean I want to sell. I'm goin' to give up farmin' some day, an' you're goin' to give up the hardware bizness, too. But I shall keep the place fer the sake of the situation. I'll want it a few hundred years from now, fer I don't expect to light upon a nicer spot."
Isaac's eyes opened wide with amazement. He gave a slight start and looked keenly at Abner.
"Did you say 'a few hundred years?'" he asked.
"That's jist what I said. But it may be more, fer I can't tell how long it will take me to develop."
"Develop!"
"Sure. Ye see, I've been so long reachin' the Abner Andrews stage that I can't jist tell when I'll arrive."
"Arrive! Arrive where?"