“Squire Turner gave me my wedding outfit,” said the widow, embarrassed.
“Don’t let that trouble you, mother,” said Harry. “Squire Turner, if you will let me know the expense which you have incurred, I shall have pleasure in paying the bill.”
“I think you will have a little difficulty in paying a hundred and twenty dollars,” sneered the squire.
In reply, Harry drew out his pocket-book and took therefrom a hundred-dollar bill and a twenty, and laid them on the table.
“I think you will find that correct,” he said.
“Where did you get all this money?” the squire asked, in astonishment.
“My voyage turned out better than you anticipated,” said Harry. “If you still hold a mortgage on this house, I will take it up whenever you desire.”
It is hard to say whether Squire Turner was more pleased at getting back his money, or disappointed at the intelligence of Harry’s good fortune; but, on the whole, it is safe to say that the latter feeling predominated.
He took the bills, and again took his hat to go, when he was stopped by Harry.