“But perhaps the parties won’t buy,” said John cheerfully. “Or maybe they’d be willing to sell to me at an advance. Corliss didn’t say who—er—who they are?”
“No, he didn’t. But I reckon they’re Northerners.” There was a trace of displeasure in her voice, and John smiled.
“Well, then, if I should come to you and tell you that I was ready to buy the place, fifteen hundred acres, without the home farm here, you’d sell to me? If the other people were out of it, I mean?”
“Yes; gladly.”
“Thank you. I fancy I shall be around some day with that announcement,” he said smilingly.
She looked across at him speculatively.
“I’ve changed my mind about you,” she said finally.
“As to——” For an instant he dared hope.
“As to your not making a success of it. I think you could.”
“Why? What makes you think so?” he asked. She shook her head.