“I hope you haven’t put yourself out any on my account, Miss Susan,” Andy said.
“It isn’t often we have company,” said Susan, with a smile, “and we ought to have something a little better than common.”
“I am not used to luxurious living, you know,” said Andy.
“How is your mother getting along?” inquired his hostess, sympathetically.
“Very well, thank you!”
“My sister told me Mr. Starr was giving her some trouble.”
“That is true; but I guess it’ll turn out all right.”
“If it doesn’t,” said Sally, “remember what I told your mother. My sister quite agrees with me that we will advance the money to pay the note, if necessary.”
“You are very kind, Miss Sally, but you might never get it back.”
“We will trust your mother—and you, Andy,” said Sally Peabody, kindly. “It wouldn’t ruin us if we did lose the money—would it, Sister Susan?”