"You are, indeed, in luck, Grit. How much good this money will do us. But I forgot," she added, her expression changing to one of anxious solicitude.
"What did you forget, mother?"
"That your father—that Mr. Brandon had returned."
"What difference will that make, mother? I suppose, of course, it will increase our expenses."
"If that were all, Grit."
"What is it, then, you fear, mother?"
"That he will take this money away from you."
"I should like to see him try it," exclaimed Grit, compressing his lips.
"He will try it, Grit. He said only an hour ago that you would have to account to him for your daily earnings."