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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"A Daughter of the Land"

He
wasn't so FAR from a King, all right, all right."
"You mean you left your work Monday, and went to the Court House
in Hartley and told who you were, and spent the day nosing into my
father's affairs, before his SONS had done anything, or you had
any idea WHAT was to be done?" she demanded.
"Oh, you needn't get so high and mighty," he said. "I propose to
know just where I am, about this. I propose to have just what is
coming to me -- to you, to the last penny, and no Bates man will
manage the affair, either."
Suddenly Kate leaned forward.
"I foresee that you've fixed yourself up for a big
disappointment," she said. "My mother and her eldest son will
settle my father's estate; and when it is settled I shall have
exactly what the other girls have. Then if I still think it is
wise, I shall at once go to work building the mill. Everything
must be shaved to the last cent, must be done with the closest
economy, I MUST come out of this with enough left to provide us a
comfortable home."
"Do that from the first profits of the mill," he suggested.
"I'm no good at 'counting chickens before they're hatched,'" said
Kate.


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