"I shouldn't wonder, Peggy, if you might get a hundred dollars out of it."
"A hundred dollars—after my takin' care of the boy ever since he was a babby. Now you're jokin'."
"Well, you see, his grandfather isn't a rich man—" explained Lyman, fearing he had unduly raised the expectations of the old woman.
"You said he was!" retorted Peggy sharply.
"I said he had a comfortable property—for a country town. That means a few thousand dollars."
"He sha'n't have him for such a thrifle," snapped Peggy.
"The police might take him from you, without your getting a cent."
"How would they know, unless you told 'em?" asked Peggy suspiciously.
"Look here, Peggy!" said Lyman in a conciliatory tone. "We've got to stand by each other in this thing. Just leave the matter in my hands, and I'll manage it as well as I can. I'll get as much money from the old gentleman as I can."
"And you'll give me half?"