"Not as I know of," answered her husband with an amused smile.
"Is it really true that somebody is going to pay you a thousand dollars?"
"Yes, it is."
"And you say it is your own?"
"Yes."
"I don't understand it," said Mrs. Dunham, with the air of one to whom a puzzle is propounded and who gives it up.
"Then I'll explain. You know when Uncle Dan died he left me a piece of stony pasture land in Rockmount?"
"Yes, I know. You never could sell it, I've heard you say ag'in and ag'in."
"Well, I've sold it at last. There's a company goin' to put up a big hotel just on that spot, and they've offered me a thousand dollars for the land."
"Couldn't they find a better buildin' lot than that?"