"Do you suppose I could sell it?"
"If you want to—yes."
"I can't do any thing else," said Hal with a sigh; "and if I have to stay here all winter."
For Hal's back was so weak that he could only be bolstered up in the bed, and he had not walked a step yet.
Mrs. Howard thought a moment, then said,—
"Finish it Hal, and I will see that it is sold."
So Hal went on hopefully. Granny bewailed the fact that she had done nothing all the fall to help along. They missed their allowance from Joe; but they had heard from him in his usual glowing and exuberant fashion.
Mrs. Howard took a trip around Madison one morning, and held sundry mysterious conferences with some of her neighbors, returning home quite well pleased.
"I am so glad I thought of it!" she said to her husband; and he answered, "So am I, my dear."