Then you wish that thing, and I listen." Maria considered solemnly for a space.
"You no 'fraid ?" she asked warningly.
"No, no," he laughed, "I'm not afraid.

Go ahead." "Most verra big," she warned again.
"All right.

Fire away." "Well, den--" She drew a big breath like a child, as she voiced to the uttermost all she cared to demand of life.

"I lika da have one milka ranch--good milka ranch.

Plenty cow, plenty land, plenty grass.