He did not speak contemptuously of the anticipated perils, as many boys would have done, because he knew that his mother would not make bugbears out of things which she knew had no real existence.
The next day, Mr.Hardhand came; and my young readers can judge how astonished and chagrined he was, when the widow Bright offered him the sixty dollars.

The Lord was with the widow and the fatherless, and the wretch was cheated out of his revenge.

The note was given up, and the mortgage cancelled.
Mr.Hardhand insisted that she should pay the interest on the sixty dollars for one day, as it was then the second day of July; but when Bobby reckoned it up, and found it was less than one cent, even the wretched miser seemed ashamed of himself, and changed the subject of conversation.
He did not dare to say any thing saucy to the widow this time.

He had lost his power over her, and there stood Bobby, who had come to look just like a young lion to him, coward and knave as he was.
The business was all settled now, and Bobby spent the rest of the week in getting ready for his great enterprise.

He visited all his friends, and went each day to talk with Squire Lee and Annie.