“Thats only six hundred over the mortgage.”
“It isn’t that Nancy. There’s about a hundred dollars due in interest. We won’t get more’n five hundred dollars.”
“Surely, Cyrus, the farm is worth three thousand dollars.”
“So it is, Nancy, but that won’t do us any good, as long as no one wants it more’n the squire.”
“I wish Jefferson were at home.”
“What good would it do? I surmise he hasn’t made any money. He never did have much enterprise, that boy.”
“He was allus a good boy, Cyrus.”
“That’s so, Nancy, but he didn’t seem cut out for makin’ money. Still it would do me good to see him. Maybe we might have a home together, and manage to live.”
Just then a neighbor entered.
“Have you heard the news?” she asked.