“I am not afraid Chester will have that experience. He had saved up some money when at work in New York.”
“It won’t last long, widder. It don’t take long for fifty dollars to melt away. Did he have that much?”
“I think he did, Mr. Tripp.”
“He’d better have put it in a savings bank and come back to Wyncombe to work for me. How soon do you expect him back?”
“Next week.”
“When he comes, send him round to see me.”
A few days later, Mrs. Greene went into Silas Tripp’s store again.
“Well, Mr. Tripp,” she said, “Chester Rand’s got home.”
“You don’t say! If you see him, tell him to come round and see me.”
“And I can tell you some more news. You know that half-acre lot that j’ins onto the widder’s land?”