Like I says to Isabel, I said, dry your eyes, honey.

And like I said to you, Leif, I...

Just leave everything on, Leif, and sit down and speak your peace.

It looks like Leif and Essie Bell is here.

Him being almost like a son to you and all.

And if you tell him I told, well, there just ain't no telling what he might do.

Of course, it's mostly rocks and stumps, but a couple of strong young'uns like Jethro and Esibel have that thing cleared in four or five years.

Oh, but Uncle Jed, I don't want to... Go on, get up there and do like I tell you.

Well, son, right after she won that beauty contest, she must have got hundreds of letters like yours proposing marriage and things.

You want to marry up with a boy that's got an acre of rocks, you should at least have him cut and pile up into a fine palace like this one.