By this time Frank had opened it.
To his great delight he found an order on a New York banker for a hundred dollars.
“Look at this, mother!” he cried. “One hundred dollars! We shall be able to pay the rent now.”
The next morning Mr. Grubb the landlord came in.
“I suppose you can pay the rent, widder?” he said.
“I shall have it this afternoon, Mr. Grubb.”
“That don’t go down,” said Grubb crossly. “Why couldn’t you have it this morning?”
“Because my son has gone to New York to cash an order for one hundred dollars. That will be enough to pay the rent, won’t it?”
“Is that straight, widder?” asked the landlord incredulously.
“I am not in the habit of telling falsehoods, Mr. Grubb,” said Mrs. Mordaunt indignantly.