“No, I will go for it.”
Mrs. Raymond went upstairs, and shortly returned with a paper yellow with age, setting forth that Henry Mann, in consideration of services rendered to the government, was entitled to a quarter section of land, the location of which was specified.
“A quarter section!” said Harry. “That’s a hundred and sixty acres,—more than you thought.”
“Is it?” said Mrs. Raymond, listlessly. “I suppose it doesn’t make much difference now which it is. After so long a time there is no chance of getting it, and I suppose it wouldn’t be worth much.”
“I don’t know about that,” said Harry. “At any rate it’s worth looking into. Shall I keep the paper?”
“Yes, if you wish.”
“I will go round to-morrow, and see Squire Turner, and perhaps he can give me some information about it. But we haven’t talked about our plans yet.”
“I have thought of nothing.”
“But I have. I will tell you about it, and see what you think. First, I thought of hiring some land, and turning farmer; but that’s hard work, and requires more knowledge than I have got. Besides, I don’t believe I could earn much.”
“No; I don’t think you could earn much that way.”