“If this place is to become really profitable, Auntie,” she insisted, “those changes should be made. I don't see why this Mr. Cobb won't lend you the money; but, if he won't, then I'm sure someone else will, if you ask. Don't you know anyone here in East Wellmouth whom you might ask for a loan—on your prospects?”
“No. No, I don't.”
“Why, yes, you do. There is Captain Bangs, for instance. He is well to do, and I'm sure he is a good friend. Why don't you ask him?”
Thankful's answer was prompt and sharp.
“Indeed I shan't,” she declared.
“Then I will. I'll be glad to.”
“Emily Howes, if you say one word to Cap'n Obed about borrowin' money from him I'll—I'll never speak to you afterwards. Go to Captain Obed. The idea!”
“But why not, Auntie? He IS a friend, and—”
“Of course he is; that's the very reason. He is a friend and he'd probably lend it because he is, whether he knew he'd ever get it back or not. No, when I borrow money it'll be of somebody that lends it as a business deal, not from friendship.”
“But, Auntie, you went to Mr. Cobb because he was your relative. You said that was the very reason why you went to him.”