Seated in their handsome parlor, with her little hands folded listlessly one above the other, Ellen was listening, while her father told her mother.
"He didn't see how that chap was ever to pay his debts.

One doctor twice a day for three months was enough to ruin anybody, let alone having two," and the sometimes far-seeing old colonel shook his head doubtfully.
"Father," and Ellen stole softly to his side, "if Mr.Worthington wants money so badly, you'll lend it to him, won't you ?" Again a doubtful shake as the prudent colonel replied: "And lose every red I lend, hey?
That's the way a woman would do, I s'pose, but I am too old for that.

Now, if he could give good security, I wouldn't mind, but what's he got, pray, that we want ?" Ellen's gray eyes scanned his face curiously a moment, and then Ellen's rather pretty lips whispered in his ear: "He's got Rocket, pa." "Yes, yes, so he has; but no power on earth could make him part with that nag.

I've always liked that boy, always liked old John, but the plague knows what he did with his money." "You'll help Hugh ?" and Ellen returned to the attack.
"Well," said the old man, "we'll see about this Hugh matter," and the colonel left the house, and entered the buggy which had been waiting to take him to Frankfort.
"That's funny that I should run a-foul of him," he thought, stopping suddenly as he caught sight of Hugh, and calling out cheerily: "How d'ye, young man?
That's a fine nag of yours.

My Nell is nigh about crazy for me to buy him.