I told Uncle Abimelech so , firmly , and I talked to him for days about it , but Uncle Abimelech never wavered . He sat and listened to me with a quizzical smile on that handsome , clean-shaven , ruddy old face of his , with its cut-granite features . And in the end he said , `` You ought to be the one to go to college if either of you did , Prue . You would make a capital lawyer , if I believed in the higher education of women , but I do n't . Murray can take or leave the farm as he chooses . If he prefers the latter alternative , well and good . But he gets no help from me . You 're a foolish little girl , Prue , to back him up in this nonsense of his . '' It makes me angry to be called a little girl when I put up my hair a year ago , and Uncle Abimelech knows it . I gave up arguing with him . I knew it was no use anyway . I thought it all over in the garret . But no way out of the dilemma could I see . I had eaten up all the apples I had brought with me and I felt flabby and disconsolate . The sight of Uncle Abimelech stalking up the lane , as erect and lordly as usual , served to deepen my gloom . I picked up the paper my apples had been wrapped in and looked it over gloomily . Then I saw something , and Uncle Abimelech was delivered into my hand . The whole plan of campaign unrolled itself before me , and I fairly laughed in glee , looking out of the garret window right down on the little bald spot on the top of Uncle Abimelech 's head , as he stood laying down the law to Murray about something . When Uncle Abimelech had gone I went down to Murray . `` Buddy , '' I said , `` I 've thought of a plan .
I 'm not going XXXXX tell you what it is , but you are to consent to it without knowing .
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