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“I did,” said Mr. Whitney, “but as the dam will furnish enough water to irrigate one hundred and eighty thousand acres, you see that brings the cost down to about forty dollars an acre, which won’t be much once it is all under cultivation. This charge is like a mortgage—the Government is secured by the land itself. But it won’t be long now—two or three years at the outside—before the dam is finished and the land is ready to be cultivated. Ted Adams, my predecessor here, finished up a diversion dam below at Leesburg which has been a help.”,No, it had not occurred to Johnny Blossom that it was anything to be particularly glad about.,"Have they anything to do with the death of Maurice?",“Giving music lessons isn’t work. I’d love to do that.”,He revolved the means which might effect his purpose—he saw but one—this was the death of the marchioness.,"I wish I could draw," mused Patricia, absently sugaring her Frankfurter. "I've got tons of ideas already.","Are the terms pretty satisfactory?",Mr. Henderson has been dead forty-two years. He only lived three months after he married Aunt Adeline, and her crêpe veil is over a yard long yet. Men are the dust under her feet, but she likes Dr. John to come over and sit with us, because she can consult with him about what Mr. Henderson really died of, and talk with him about the sad state of poor Mr. Carter's liver for a year before he died. I just go on rocking Billy and singing hymns to him in such a way that I can't hear the conversation. Mr. Carter's liver got on my nerves alive, and dead it does worse. But it hurts when the doctor has to take the little sleep-boy out of my arms to carry him home; though I like it when he says under his breath, "Thank you, Molly.",The girl shuddered. "I know they hang for piracy!" she exclaimed. "It is what must happen if you convey him to England.","She was carryin' the big meat-platter on her arm an' she fell with her arm under her—an' broke it.","What are you doing there?" asked the Princess.,“I guess I’ve been a bear lately, Bob,” he said laughing. “But I’m up against an awfully queer proposition and I don’t yet see just how to tackle it.”.