"Just what I thought. The old man and old woman aren't going to get left."
"I don't know about that."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll explain another time," said Jed, nodding. "I wish I was Overseer of the Poor."
"What would you do?"
"I'd turn out the Fogsons and put back Mr. and Mrs. Avery."
"Father says they spoiled the paupers."
"At any rate they didn't starve them."
"Old Fogson is saving money to the town—so father says."