At the same time Herbert was holding a consultation with his mother.
“My prospects are not very bright here, mother,” he said, rather despondently. “I am ready enough to work, but there is no work to be had, so far as I can see.”
“You forget your garden, Herbert.”
“Yes; that will help us a little; but I can't expect to clear more than twenty dollars out of it, and twenty dollars won't go a great way.”
“It is something, Herbert.”
“It isn't enough to pay our next interest bill.”
Mrs. Carter looked troubled,
“If I could sell the property for what it cost your father I should be tempted to do it.”
“You mean for fifteen hundred dollars?”
“Yes; that would give us seven hundred and fifty dollars over the mortgage.”