I'll give 'em to you to-morrer.

But--but Olive'll have to move, won't she?
And where's she goin' ?" "She'll have to move, sure.

And the eyesore on that lot now will come down." The "eyesore" was the four room building, combined dwelling and shop of Mrs.Olive Edwards, widow of "Bill Edwards," once a promising young man, later town drunkard and ne'er-do-well, dead these five years, luckily for himself and luckier--in a way--for the wife who had stuck by him while he wasted her inheritance in a losing battle with John Barleycorn.
At his death the fine old Seabury place had dwindled to a lone hundred feet of land, the little house, and a mortgage on both.

Olive had opened a "notion store" in her front parlor and had fought on, proudly refusing aid and trying to earn a living.

She had failed.