"I do not love to be troubled," said the naturalist. "It shall not be no trouble to me."
"But promise me that you will tell me, Mr. Herder."
"Suppose you was to tell me first. I cannot tell nozing till I know."
"You will not speak of it to anybody, Mr. Herder?"
"I will not speak of nozing, Miss Elisabet'."
"Mr. Herder, there is a piece of land which I want to buy; and I have come to ask you, if you can, and if you will, to buy it for me."
"Miss Elisabet'," said the naturalist looking a little surprised at his fair questioner, — "I will tell you the truth — I have no money."
"I have, Mr. Herder. But I cannot go into the market and buy for myself."
"Cer-tain-ly, you cannot do that," said Mr. Herder. "But what is it you wish to buy?"
"It is a farm, —" said Elizabeth, feeling glad that her back was to the light; — "it is a piece of land in the country — up on the Shatemuc river. I think you have been there, Mr. Herder, — it is the place where the Landholms' father lives. Wut-a-qut-o, they call it — or Shahweetah; — Wut-a-qut-o is the mountain opposite."