“Ten dollars and a half.”
“And here are fifteen that Mr. Cameron sent me. No chance of the poorhouse for a month, mother. Before that has gone by something may turn up.”
CHAPTER XXXI
A NEW START
Harvest came, and for the time Herbert was busy. He could not afford to hire assistance, and was obliged to do all the work himself. When all was finished, and his share of the vegetables sold, he sat down to count up his profits.
“Well, mother,” he asked, “how much money do you think I have made by farming?”
“You expected to make twenty dollars.”
“I have cleared twenty-one dollars and a half besides the vegetables I have brought home and stored in the cellar.”
“That is doing very well,” said Mrs. Carter.