"I know that, but the mortgage is for three thousand dollars. It is quite beyond his ability to lift."
"I am afraid you are right, Sterling," said his wife, with a sigh. "I thought perhaps Andy would be here by this time."
"It would do no good to come unless he brought the money with him."
"He may come yet by the seven o'clock train."
"We had better not count on that, or we shall only be the more disappointed."
"What shall you do, Sterling, if the squire takes the farm?"
"There will be some money left, but I am afraid not much."
"Isn't the place worth six thousand dollars?"
"Yes but it won't fetch that at a forced sale. The squire told me this afternoon that it wasn't worth more than fifteen hundred dollars over and above the face of the mortgage."
"It would be wicked to sell for that."