There's a good bit of land about three miles from here that's in the market, and I think I could make something out of it.

A fellow ought to settle down and be his own master," he answered tentatively, "eh ?" "But how will Miss Dows be able to spare you ?" asked Courtland, uneasily conscious that he was assuming an indifference.
"Oh, I'm not much use to her, don't you know--at least not HERE.

But I might, if I had my own land and if we were neighbors.

I told you SHE runs the place, no matter who's here, or whose money is invested." "I presume you are speaking now of young Miss Dows ?" said Courtland dryly.
"Miss Sally--of course--always," said Champney simply.

"She runs the shop." "Were there not some French investors--relations of Miss Dows?
Does anybody represent THEM ?" asked Courtland pointedly.
Yet he was not quite prepared for the naive change in his companion's face.