Martin comes with the scheme to Nathaniel. _Martin._ I'd like t' talk to yeh, an' I d' know's I'll hev a better chance. _Uncle Nat._ I d' know's yeh will. _Martin._ (_Hesitates, picks up a stick and whittles._) Mr. Blake's ben here. _Uncle Nat._ (_Picks up a straw and chews it._) Hez 'e? [Illustration: Mrs. Herne as Dorothy Foxglove in "The Minute Men." See page 544.] _Martin._ Yes. He 'lows thet we'd ought to cut the farm up inter buildin' lots. _Uncle Nat._ Dooze 'e? _Martin._ Yes. He says there's a boom a-comin' here, an' thet the lan's too valu'ble to work. _Uncle Nat._ I want t' know 'f he dooze. Where d's he talk o' beginnin'? _Martin._ Out there at the nothe eend o' the shore pint? _Uncle Nat._ Yeh don't mean up yander? (_Pointing with his thumb over his shoulder._) _Martin._ (_Slowly._) Y-e-s. _Uncle Nat._ Dooze 'e calkalate t' take in the knoll thet looks out t' Al'gator Reef? _Martin._ I reck'n he dooze. _Uncle Nat._ Did yeh tell him thet mother's berried there? _Martin._ He knows thet 's well 's you do. (_Sulkily._) _Uncle Nat._ What's he calkalate t' do with mother? _Martin._ He advises puttin' her in a cimitry up to Bangor. _Uncle Nat._ She'd never sleep comfort'ble in no cimitry, mother wouldn't. _Martin._ He says thet's the choice lot o' the hull pass'll. _Uncle Nat._ Then who's got so good a right to it as mother hez? It was all her'n once. Thet's the only piece she ast t' keep. Yeh don't begrutch it to her, do yeh, Martin? _Martin._ I don't begrutch her nothin', only he says folks hain't a-goin' to pay fancy prices 'thout they hev ther pick. _Uncle Nat._ D'ye think any fancy price hed ought to buy mother's grave? [Illustration: Mrs. Herne as Mary Miller. "Here was tragedy that appalled and fascinated like the great fact of living." "Drifting Apart." Act IV. See page 545.] _Martin._ Yeh seem to kinder shameface me fer thinkin' o' partin' with it. _Uncle Nat._ Didn't mean to. Law sakes! who'm I thet I should set my face agin improvemints, I'd like t' know? Go ahead, an' sell, 'n build, an' git rich, an' move t' Bangor, unly don't sell thet! Leave me jes' thet leetle patch, an' I'll stay an' take keer th' light, keep the grass cut over yander, an' sort o' watch eout fer things gin'rally.... _Ann._ Sakes alive! Martin Berry, bean't you a-comin' to your dinner t'day? Come, Nathan'l, y'r dinner'll be stun cold. I say yer dinner'll be stun cold. 'T won't be fit f'r a hawg t'eat. _Little Mildred. (Going to Nat, looks up into his face._) He's cryin', momma.