twenty-acre farms but keep one central plantation of one hundred acres for the school. Here Miss Zora will carry on her work and the school will run a model farm with your help. We want to centre here agencies to make life better. We want all sorts of industries; we want a little hospital with a resident physician and two or three nurses; we want a cooperative store for buying supplies; we want a cotton-gin and sawmill, and in the future other things. This land here, as I have said, is the richest around. We want to keep this hundred acres for the public good, and not sell it. We are going to deed it to a board of trustees, and those trustees are to be chosen from the ones who buy the small farms.”
“Who’s going to get what’s made on this land?” asked Sanders.
“All of us. It is going first to pay for the land, then to support the Home and the School, and then to furnish capital for industries.”
Johnson snickered. “You mean youse gwine to git yo’ livin’ off it?”
“Yes,” answered Alwyn; “but I’m going to work for it.”
‚ÄúWho‚Äôs gwine‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù began Simpson, but stopped helplessly.
“Who’s going to tend this land?” asked the practical Carter.
“All of us. Each man is going to promise us so many days’ work a year, and we’re going to