“Thank you for telling Asher that tale. When we get these dishes done. I’m going to take him out on the porch and remind him that Prospero let his daughter marry the son of his bitterest enemy.” “Chase, you don’t have to take me out on the porch for any such purpose. If my daughter wants to marry your son, I shan’t say a word against it.” “Thank you, Asher. I knew you’d recognize some obligation, but I don’t wish to be too personal before the young man.” “Is he blushing?” “He seems to be.” “Well, Chase, you can’t most always sometimes tell what a boy is blushing about. Now, professor, Chase thinks he’s going to sell me a piece of land. It ain’t as big as Iceland, but it’s fair to middling big all the same. What shall I do with it?” “Cut it up into farms, some small and some large, but about equal in value. Give the buyers a thirty-year amortization mortgage.” “Professor, there ain’t much of it good for farming.” “Then map it out for towns, and reforest. Don’t establish a single logging camp but what you can make it into a town. Run your railroads into the woods from your permanent centers, and bring your lumberjacks home every night.” “Professor, I like you. Keep right on.” “Well, Mr. Ferry, plan your villages carefully, but don’t insist that your villagers shall spend their money to please you. Let them build their own houses. Don’t tell them how much they are to spend on amusements, but see to it that good ones come their way.” “All right, what else?” “Don’t freight your iron down this river, but use it where it’s found. Do the same with copper.” “I will. Chase can give that coaling station back to the seller. Anything else?” “No.” “Chase, how soon can you get the rest of the stock?” “I don’t quite know. But since the dishes seem to be done, let’s go into the library and find out.” He led the way, and examined the mail that Marvin had brought. One by one he tossed the letters aside till he reached a Boston postmark. Then he learned what he sought, and smiled with surprise. “Asher, I don’t know whether I’ll get that hundred shares or not. I’ll give a hundred thousand for them, but this young lady owns them.” He handed Jean the letter, and her forgetmenot eyes opened wide with astonishment. Then she went and brought that crackling old thing which Susan Endicott Hogg had endorsed for her. She gave him the document, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him on the chin. He smiled down at her. “My dear, I can’t accept it for nothing.” “But I can’t take pay for it. Stock means dividends for people that don’t work.” Having let off this bit of dynamite, she escaped by the front door. Instantly both father and son started for the door, but Chase was the quicker and stood blocking it. “It’s my right, dad. I love her.”