“It’s your mine. It isn’t ours.”
“That’s nonsense. I always in my heart, recognized a moral claim you have. Besides, the case isn’t finished yet. Perhaps your father may win his contest. I’m all for settling out of court.”
“You know we won’t win.”
“I don’t.”
She gave him applause from her dark eyes. “That’s very fair of you, but Dad and I can’t do it.”
“Then you still have a grudge at me,” he smiled.
“Not the least little bit of a one.”
“I shan’t take no for an answer, then. I’ll order 174 the papers made out whether you want me to or not.” Without giving her a chance to speak, he passed to another topic: “I’ve decided to go out of the sheep business.”
“I’m so glad!” she cried.
“Those aren’t my feelings,” he answered ruefully. “I hate to quit under fire.”