“Indeed.” His tone and smile were ironic.
Kate, a trifle disconcerted, continued:
“He’s had bad luck.”
“He’s had the best opportunities of any man who’s come into the country.”
“Anyway,” she faltered, “they haven’t a penny except when they sell something.”
He shrugged a shoulder, then asked teasingly:
“Well—what were you thinking of doing about it?”
“I said—I promised,” she blurted it out bluntly, “that we’d loan them money.”
“What!” incredulously.
“I did, Uncle Joe.”