Chapter 33

“I canna understand that, Gideon,” I told un. “If you were land-proud, I could. But it do seem so queer to spend every bit of time and strength on the land, like a mother with a child, and then not love it. It’s as if the mother cared nought for the child, but only cared to sell it.” “Ah, that’s the size of it, Prue. I dunna care a domm for the land. Nor yet I dunna care for the money. Not _as_ money.” “Well, what is it you _do_ care for?” “To get me teeth into summat hard and chaw it. To play Conquer till there in…