"Why don't you go over and tell your grandmother Brewster?
She'll be tickled 'most to death." Ellen had not been gone long when Andrew came home, coming into the yard, bent as if beneath some invisible burden of toil.

Just then he had work, but not in Lloyd's.

He had grown too old for Lloyd's, and had been discharged long ago.
He had so far been able to conceal from Fanny the fact that he had withdrawn all his little savings to invest in that mining stock.

The stock had not yet come up, as he had expected.

He very seldom had a circular reporting progress nowadays.