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She was keenly interested, and he could see that the previous clash
between them was already forgotten. Her disappointment was plain
as she confessed:
"No; I haven't quite eight thousand dollars."
"Then here's another way of looking at it. You'll need, as you
said, at least fifty boys. Not counting premiums, their wages are
thirty dollars a year."
"I pay my Tahitians fifteen a month," she interpolated.
"They won't do on straight plantation work. But to return. The
wages of fifty boys each year will come to three hundred pounds--
that is, fifteen hundred dollars. Very well. It will be seven
years before your trees begin to bear. Seven times fifteen hundred
is ten thousand five hundred dollars--more than you possess, and
all eaten up by the boys' wages, with nothing to pay for bungalow,
building, tools, quinine, trips to Sydney, and so forth."
Sheldon shook his head gravely. "You'll have to abandon the idea."
"But I won't go to Sydney," she cried. "I simply won't. I'll buy
in to the extent of my money as a small partner in some other
plantation. Let me buy in in Berande!"
"Heaven forbid!" he cried in such genuine dismay that she broke
into hearty laughter.
"There, I won't tease you. Really, you know, I'm not accustomed to
forcing my presence where it is not desired. Yes, yes; I know
you're just aching to point out that I've forced myself upon you
ever since I landed, only you are too polite to say so. Yet as you
said yourself, it was impossible for me to go away, so I had to
stay. You wouldn't let me go to Tulagi. You compelled me to force
myself upon you. But I won't buy in as partner with any one. I'll
buy Pari-Sulay, but I'll put only ten boys on it and clear slowly.
Also, I'll invest in some old ketch and take out a trading license.
For that matter, I'll go recruiting on Malaita."
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