human
There's land in the west, Emma! Land for us! For Tad, Joe, Alfred and Carlyle! Land for whoever Barbara and baby Emma might marry! It's for the _taking_!
gpt
There's land right here, Joe, she managed to say.
human
Our own land.
gpt
Our own land? I'll be able to pay Elias Dorrance $50 this fall, and out of that $40 goes for interest, and $10 off on what we owe.
human
Still, it's something, she said hastily.
gpt
Ten off is something! Little by little, Joe, we'll make the land our own.
human
How many years? he demanded almost angrily.
gpt
How many more years will it take?