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Show Page 121 said, his small voice serious. I smiled to myself at his words. "And what will I do without you should I decide to come live upon my land?" Twig fixed me with his aged eyes. "Is this the land you have chosen then?" he asked. "Is it not exceedingly splendid?" I demanded, unable to keep the excitement from my voice. "I only hope no other soul has set his name upon it." "It seems far from the settlement," Twig muttered. "It is closer to James Towne. I shall build the house there," I said, pointing to a small clearing. I spun in a circle, hugging myself. "There are plenty of trees all about for building, yet there are also a few patches of cleared ground where I can plant my first crops." "When will you come to live here?" Twig asked, a tiny catch in his voice. "Not for a long while yet; I dare say. First I must have money to buy tools and seed. I shall be tutoring you and making soap ashes for a few years yet, though I suspect I could plant a small patch of tobacco as soon as the land is rightfully mine." "Perhaps you'll not leave us till I am free and can come with you," Twig ventured, the worry gone from his voice. "Perhaps not," I agreed, though I hoped I would be living |