“And whatever Mr. Briggs may have proposed to you to do, when you go back to the Forks, you are to write him a letter, and say that you will simply hold the judgment without levy.”
“All right, miss,” said the deputy, not ill-pleased to hold himself in this superior attitude to Jeff.
“And—”
“Yes, miss?”
She looked steadily at him. “Mr. Briggs told my father that he would pay you ten dollars for the privilege of staying here.”
“Yes, miss.”
“And, of course, THAT'S not necessary now.”
“No-o, miss.”
A very small white hand—a mere child's hand—was here extended, palm uppermost.
The official, demoralized completely, looked at it a moment, then went into his pockets and counted out into the palm the coins given by Jeff; they completely filled the tiny receptacle.