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A Daughter of the Land

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"To pay for having been born last? Not a bit more than if I had

been born first. Any girl in the family owes you as much for life

as I do; it is up to the others to pay back in service, after they

are of age, if it is to me. I have done my share. If Father were

not the richest farmer in the county, and one of the richest men,

it would be different. He can afford to hire help for you, quite

as well as he can for himself."

"Hire help! Who would I get to do the work here?"

"You'd have to double your assistants. You could not hire two

women who would come here and do so much work as I do in a day.

That is why I decline to give up teaching, and stay here to slave

at your option, for gingham dresses and cowhide shoes, of your

selection. If I were a boy, I'd work three years more and then I

would be given two hundred acres of land, have a house and barn

built for me, and a start of stock given me, as every boy in this

family has had at twenty-one."

"A man is a man! He founds a family, he runs the Government! It

is a different matter," said Mrs. Bates.

"It surely is; in this family. But I think, even with us, a man

would have rather a difficult proposition on his hands to found a

family without a woman; or to run the Government either."

"All right! Go on to Adam and see what you get."

"I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that Nancy Ellen gets

dinner, anyway," said Kate as she passed through the door and

followed the long path to the gate, from there walking beside the

road in the direction of her brother's home. There were many

horses in the pasture and single and double buggies in the barn;

but it never occurred to Kate that she might ride: it was

Sunday and the horses were resting. So she followed the path

beside the fences, rounded the corner of the church and went on

her way with the text from which the pastor was preaching,

hammering in her brain. She became so absorbed in thought that

she scarcely saw the footpath she followed, while June flowered,

and perfumed, and sang all around her.

She was so intent upon the words she had heard that her feet

unconsciously followed a well-defined branch from the main path

leading into the woods, from the bridge, where she sat on a log,

and for the unnumbered time, reviewed her problem. She had worked

ever since she could remember. Never in her life had she gotten

to school before noon on Monday, because of the large washings.

After the other work was finished she had spent nights and

mornings ironing, when she longed to study, seldom finishing

before Saturday. Summer brought an endless round of harvesting,

canning, drying; winter brought butchering, heaps of sewing, and

postponed summer work. School began late in the fall and closed

early in spring, with teachers often inefficient; yet because she

was a close student and kept her books where she could take a peep

and memorize and think as she washed dishes and cooked, she had

thoroughly mastered all the country school near her home could

teach her. With six weeks of a summer Normal course she would be

as well prepared to teach as any of her sisters were, with the

exception of Mary, who had been able to convince her parents that

she possessed two college years' worth of "ability."

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