Mrs. Myles, who had been wrapping a dish in paper, nearly dropped the piece of china.
“No sale?” she inquired. “Oh, I wish you were right, Miss Gordon. Unfortunately, the bank has refused to extend credit. Posters are already out, advertising the auction.”
“If you say the word, it can be called off.”
“That is quite impossible, Miss Gordon. Oh, it’s useless to pretend. I have no money. I can’t pay the bank loan or even the interest on it. I’m down to my last dollar. When I leave here, I don’t know where I’ll go.”
Sinking into a chair, Mrs. Myles covered her face.
“Please don’t cry, Mrs. Myles,” the Brownie leader comforted her. “Money is available to pay off the bank loan.”
The widow gazed at Miss Gordon as if unable to believe the wonderful news.
“Oh, I prayed that help would come,” she murmured. “It just doesn’t seem possible that my prayers were answered.”
“They were, Mrs. Myles. You need worry no longer.”
“You went to the bank and the president agreed to extend the loan?”