Finally, I felt a large light hand laid softly on my head.
I looked up and saw Magnus Thorkelson bending over me.
"Forty acres," said he, "bane pretty big farm in Norvay.

My fadder on twenty acres, raise ten shildren.

Not so gude land like dis.

Vun of dem shildern bane college professor, and vun a big man in leggislatur.

Forty acre bane gude farm, for gude farmer." I turned over, wiped my sleeve across my eyes, and sat up.
"I guess I dropped asleep," I said.
"Yass," he said.