“Maybe Mr. Vincent will think of a way,” suggested Connie. “He’s very much interested.”
The carpenter was waiting in the yard when the Brownies straggled in, carrying their empty baskets. Eagerly he went to meet them at the gate.
“She kept the food?” he asked. “How did she take it?”
Miss Gordon related the entire conversation with Mrs. Myles. As she added that the woman did not seem to have enough food, his face became deeply troubled.
“I was afraid of it,” he nodded. “Well, we’ll see to it that she gets baskets regularly.”
“Mrs. Myles said not to bring any more food,” Veve interposed. “Besides, she has a worse problem.”
“How is that?”
The girls told him of the conversation they had overheard.
As Mr. Vincent listened, he kept moving the gate back and forth. In his nervousness he did not notice that it was making an unpleasant creaking sound.
“Oh, this is serious!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t know she had mortgaged her place. In that case, she hasn’t anything left!”