“Say, rather, how providential, my son. We owe to the kindness of God. He will not see us want.”
“Of course you are right, mother; but the squire won't regard it in the same light. He will be terribly disappointed, for he thinks he has got us in his power.”
“I am thankful that this is to be our home for six months more.”
“Longer than that, mother. I am earning something now, and I will save up money to pay our next interest.”
“Squire Leech is coming back,” said Mrs. Carter.
“See how briskly he walks!” said Herbert. “I don't think he'll be so cheerful when he leaves the house.”
“I don't think we ought to exult, Herbert.”
“I can't help it, mother and I'm not ashamed of it, either. You are carrying benevolence too far.”
Here the squire's knock was heard, and Herbert went to admit him.