"No, only two."
"Will you please let me see the paper?"
"He dated it a day back," explained Deb.
The man shrugged his shoulders.
"If he did, you should have complained of it at the time. I am a constable, and we people always go by the paper. I'm sorry to disturb you."
"Where will you--you put us?" faltered the girl, with a white face.
"Set your goods in the street," was the matter-of-fact reply. The constable was old in the service, and many cruel scenes had hardened his heart.
"Into the street!" wailed the poor girl.
"That's what I said, unless, of course, you can raise the eight dollars that's due."
"I haven't it now. But my brother expected to get fifty dollars from a man for an interest in an invention of his."