"How far is it?"
"Far enough up in Wyandot County."
"How large?"
"A matter of two or three hundred acres of so. It is very fine, they say. It came into a fellow's hands that owed me what I thought was a bad debt: so, for fear he would never pay me, I thought best to take it and pay him; whether the place will ever fill my pockets again remains to be seen doubtful, I think."
"I'll take it, Dr. Gregory, and see if I cannot bring that about."
"Pooh, pooh! fill your own. I am not careful about it; the less money one has the more it jingles, unless it gets too low, indeed."
"I will take it, Dr. Gregory, and feel myself under obligation to you."
"No, I told you, not till the crops come in. No obligation is binding till the term is up. Well, I'll see you further about it."
"But Rolf!" said Mrs. Rossitur, "stop a minute; uncle, don't go yet; Rolf don't know anything in the world about the management of a farm; neither do I."
"The 'faire Una' can enlighten you," said the doctor, waving his hand towards his little favourite in the corner. "But I forgot! Well, if you don't know, the crops wont come in; that's all the difference."