“Fifteen hundred dollars is a great deal of money.”
“Why, I paid two thousand!”
“Mebbe, mebbe; but property depreciates in the course of years.”
“Certainly the land has not depreciated, and the house is in good repair.”
“Well, money is tight. You know that yourself, for you have found it hard to borrow.”
“Can’t you let matters run on for a year longer? By that time I may be able to realize a large sum for the property.”
Deacon Crane’s thin lips tightened, and his eyes looked crafty and forbidding.
“What you ask is unreasonable, Brother Fenwick,” he said.
The minister looked despondent.
“If I sell the house,” he said, “I don’t know where I can find another.”