"You paid the debts. You were hard driven to meet the interest on your mortgage."
"That's paid off now. Besides we've a clear title to our land, mother's gravestone's off my chest, we don't owe a cent in the world, and there's nary a worry left, except I'm sort of sorry for them poor robbers. Why fuss?"
"You earned six thousand dollars, at goodness knows what peril. I let you still imagine that you were poor."
"We got plenty wealth, Kate, wealth enough for—for David."
"I wanted you, Jesse, just you, I wanted poverty because you were poor. I have been content, and now you've won the capital to free the ranch, to buy a thoroughbred stallion, to stock the place."
"That's so."
"Jesse, under my dear father's will, I have seven thousand five hundred dollars a year."
"A what!"
"I'm a rich woman, dear. I've been saving my income, and there's ten thousand dollars for you at the bank."
So I gave him my check, which he receipted promptly with a kiss. He is so rough, too.