“Humph! Some lawyers aint worth their salt.”
“That’s the case with some farmers, too, isn’t it?” returned his daughter.
“I own you’re right, Sophia. Why, there’s Bill Jones is gettin’ poorer and poorer every year. I’ve got a thousand-dollar mortgage on his farm,” he chuckled, “and I guess I’ll have to foreclose sooner or later.”
“What will become of Mrs. Jones and her young children?” asked Mrs. Tarbox, in a tone of pity.
“That aint my lookout,” said Seth Tarbox, in a hard tone.
“But surely you wouldn’t turn the poor woman out into the street.”
“It aint for me to look out for another man’s wife and children, Mrs. T.,” returned the farmer.
“But the farm must be worth a good deal more than the amount of your mortgage!”
“Yes,” chuckled the farmer, “it’s well worth three thousand dollars. So much the better for me!”
“You wouldn’t take possession of it, and take such an advantage of the family!”