"Mr. Jackson has raised my pay to twenty dollars a week."
"That is excellent news, Grit."
"He has besides rendered an account of the eight hundred dollars he took from me to operate with. How much do you think it amounts to now?"
"Perhaps a thousand."
"Between four and five thousand!" answered Grit, in exultation.
"How can that be possible?" exclaimed Mrs. Morris, in astonishment.
"He used it as a margin to buy stocks which advanced greatly in a short time. This being repeated once or twice, has made me almost rich."
"I can hardly believe it, Grit. It is too good to be true."
"But it is true, mother. Now we can change our mode of living."
"Wait till you are worth ten thousand dollars, Grit—then I will consent. But, I, too, have some news for you."