"We must not forget that he was entitled to some security for the balance of interest I owe him," said the farmer.
"The cow was worth a good deal more than thirty dollars," said Sarah.
"Yes, she was; but I am not sure whether I could have got any more money for her at a forced sale. Then you know the squire is pledged to give her back whenever I can pay him the thirty dollars, with interest."
"I wish you could pay it now, father," said Walter.
"So do I, my boy; but I cannot, unless your brother sends me some money."
"It is three weeks since we have heard from Tom," said Mrs. Nelson, anxiously. "I am afraid he is sick."
"Don't worry yourself with imaginary fears, Mary," said her husband. "Tom may be sick, of course; but he is strong and healthy, and we won't fear such a thing without some ground. Probably a letter is on the way from him now."
"I hope he is making money," said Walter. "I wish I were with him."
"I would never consent to have you go too," said Mrs. Nelson, hastily.
"I don't think Walter seriously thinks of asking leave," said Mr. Nelson, smiling. "As he is only thirteen years old, I should be inclined to object myself. I must have him at home to help me with the farm."