But I should have been better pleased if you had seen Mr.Peters and found him willing to help us about the mortgage." "So would I, mother, but this money is worth having.

When supper is over I will go to the store to help out Mr.Crawford and report my purchase of goods.

You know the most of our trade is in the evening." After Ben had gone Mrs.Barclay felt her spirits return as she thought of the large addition to their little stock of money.
"One piece of good fortune may be followed by another," she thought.
"Mr.Peters may return from Europe in time to help us.

At any rate, we have nearly three months to look about us, and God may send us help." When the tea dishes were washed and put away Mrs.Barclay sat down to mend a pair of Ben's socks, for in that household it was necessary to make clothing last as long as possible, when she was aroused from her work by a ringing at the bell.
She opened the door to admit Squire Davenport.
"Good-evening," she said rather coldly, for she could not feel friendly to a man who was conspiring to deprive her of her modest home and turn her out upon the sidewalk.
"Good-evening, widow," said the squire.
"Will you walk in ?" asked Mrs.Barclay, not over cordially.
"Thank you, I will step in for five minutes.

I called to see if you had thought better of my proposal the other evening." "Your proposal was to take my house from me," said Mrs.Barclay.