“I know he wouldn’t. I went over a short time since and had a talk with him on the subject. I found he was sot on gettin’ the farm into his own hands.”
“If he were willing to pay a fair value it wouldn’t be so bad.”
“He wasn’t. He wanted to get it as cheap as he could.”
“I wonder,” said Jefferson Pettigrew reflectively, “whether I shall be as hard and selfish if ever I get rich.”
“I don’t believe you will, Jefferson. I don’t believe you will. It doesn’t run in the blood.”
“I hope not Uncle Cyrus. How long have you known the squire?”
“Forty years, Jefferson. He is about ten years younger than I am. I was a young man when he was a boy.”
“And you attend the same church?”
“Yes.”
“And still he is willing to take advantage of you and reduce you to poverty. I don’t see much religion in that.”