human
I'm beginning to feel grown up, sometimes, Grandmother. Going on seventeen is a pretty good age, isn't it? It won't be long now until I'm twenty-one, and then I suppose I'll have to take up responsibilities--learn how to run the ranch.
gpt
I fancy Uncle Cliff will stand back of you for some time yet, dear.
human
Yes, and there's Alec. Pretty soon he'll know how to manage everything on the ranch, too. Uncle Cliff's getting awfully fond of him. Maybe when Alec is through school he'll make him manager of the whole place. Wouldn't that be fine? I think Alec will always be better out in the open. He can't stand city life, it's too cramped for him.
gpt
It certainly would be fine for Alec.
human
Yes, and for Uncle Cliff, too. He gets mighty tired of the grind--that's what he calls it sometimes. Why, his little trips East are about the only pleasure he has; and yet--I don't believe you could drive him off the Blue Bonnet Ranch. He loves everything about it, from the smallest yearling to each blade of grass. He says my father did too, and _his_ father. It's a kind of a family trait.
gpt
And you have inherited the feeling?
human
Oh, I love it, the girl answered.
gpt
Of course I love it--but I'm not crazy to winter and summer on it.