"You've bin a bad daughter," he said at last, "and you've got no right to call on me. But I've had my plans for Grandturzel this long while." She shuddered. "This mortgage business alters 'em a bit. I'll have to think it over. Maybe I'll let you hear to-morrow mornun." "Oh, fäather, if only you'll do anything fur us, we'll bless you all our lives." "I döan't want you to bless me--and maybe you wöan't täake my terms." "I reckon we haven't much choice," she said sorrowfully. "Well, you've only got wot you desarve," said Reuben, turning to the door. Tilly opened her mouth to say something, but was wise, and held her tongue. § 16. The next morning Reuben sent his ultimatum to Grandturzel. He would pay off Realf's mortgage and put the farm into thorough repair, on condition that Grandturzel was made over to him, root, stock, crop, and inclosure, as his own property--the Realfs to live in the dwelling-house rent free and work the place for a monthly wage. These rather strange terms had been the result of much thought on his part. His original plan had been simply to buy the farm for as little money as Realf would take, but Tilly's visit had inspired him with the happy thought of getting it for nothing. As the land was mortgaged it would be very difficult for Realf to find buyers, who would also be discouraged by the farm's ruinous state of disrepair. Indeed, Reuben thought himself rather generous to offer what he did. He might have stipulated for Realf to pay him back in a given time part of the money disbursed on his account. After all, mortgage and repairs would amount to over a thousand pounds, so when he talked of getting the place for nothing it was merely because the mortgage and the repairs would have to be tackled anyhow. He had little fear of Realf's refusing his terms--not only was he very unlikely to find another purchaser, but no one else would let him stay on, still less pay him for doing so. Reuben had thought of keeping him on as tenant, but had come to the conclusion that such a position would make him too independent. He preferred rather to have him as a kind of bailiff--the monthly, instead of the weekly, wage making acceptance just possible for his pride. Of course Reuben himself would rather have wandered roofless for the rest of his life than live as a hireling on the farm which had once been his own. But he hardly thought Realf would take such a stand--he would consider his wife and children, and accept for their sakes. "If he's got the sperrit to refuse I'll think better of him than I've ever thought in my life, and offer him a thousand fur the pläace--but I reckon I'm purty safe."