An' 'twas a simple judgment on me revered Aunt, the Leddy Wiggit." "But, Battersleigh, look here," said Franklin, "you talk of fifty dollars an acre.

That's all nonsense--why, that's robbery.

Land is dear here at five dollars an acre." "Shure it is, Ned," said Battersleigh calmly.

"But it's chape in England at fifty dollars." "Well, but--" "An' that's not all.

I wrote to thim to send me a mere matter of tin dollars an acre, as ivvidence a' good faith.