Not at all . He was ready to deal generously by us , but it must be in his own way . His way was this . Murray and I were to stay on the farm , and when Murray was twenty-one Uncle Abimelech said he would deed the farm to him -- make him a present of it out and out . `` It 's a good farm , Murray , '' he said . `` Your father never made more than a bare living out of it because he was n't strong enough to work it properly -- that 's what he got out of a college course , by the way . But you are strong enough and ambitious enough to do well . '' But Murray could n't be a farmer , that was all there was to it . I told Uncle Abimelech so , firmly , and I talked to him for days about it , but Uncle Abimelech never wavered . He sat and listened to me with a quizzical smile on that handsome , clean-shaven , ruddy old face of his , with its cut-granite features . And in the end he said , `` You ought to be the one to go to college if either of you did , Prue . You would make a capital lawyer , if I believed in the higher education of women , but I do n't . Murray can take or leave the farm as he chooses . If he prefers the latter alternative , well and good . But he gets no help from me . You 're a foolish little girl , Prue , to back him up in this nonsense of his . '' It makes me angry to be called a little girl when I put up my hair a year ago , and Uncle Abimelech knows it . I gave up arguing with him . I knew it was no use anyway . I thought it all over in the garret .
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