Write it, grandpa, for my sake! We can make a wonderful story of it." "We ?" I said.
"You, I mean, of course," she replied; "but, if you really want me to do it, I will type it for you, and maybe do a little editing.

Maybe you'll let me do a little footnote once in a while, so my name will go into it with yours.

I'd be awfully proud, grandpa." "It'll take a lot of time," I said.
"And you can spare the time as well as not," she answered.
"You all think because I don't go into the field with a team any more," I objected, "that I don't amount to anything on the farm; but I tell you that what I do in the way of chores and planning, practically amounts to a man's work." "Of course it does," she admitted, though between you and me it wasn't so.

"But any man can do the chores, and the planning you can do still--and nobody can write the History of Vandemark Township but Jacobus Teunis Vandemark.

You owe it to the West, and to the world." So, here I begin the second time.