“What for, ma’am? You couldn’t have helped it. I sent ’em a good part of my wages, and that kept ’em a-going.”
“Poley, do you remember that I told you your niece should come here and bring all her babies this summer to see you and to get the benefit of this pure mountain air?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am, indeed I do remember!” exclaimed Mrs. Pole, brightening up.
“And have you written to your niece about it?”
“Oh, no, ma’am. As you never mentioned the subject again after that first time, I didn’t know but what you had forgotten it or changed your mind.”
“Oh, Poley! How could you? Well, now, look here. Write to your niece and tell her to come and bring all her children down here to spend the summer with you while we are gone to Europe. And I hope they will come, Poley. It would do the little children so much good. And, oh! is Mr. Morgan out of work now, Poley?”
“He was two weeks ago, ma’am, with no prospect of getting any.”
“What is his trade?”
“He is a carpenter and builder, ma’am?”
“Oh, then I do think we shall be able to do a good thing for him. Such a good thing for him!” exclaimed Palma.