"You did, on the porch here the other evening."
"I never said so. There isn't a preacher around here gets that much. The Episcopalians with their rich people only give eighteen hundred."
"And a house."
"Very well, the Presbyterians can build a house if they want to."
"You consent then to pledge five hundred more to the minister's salary?"
"I said I would if you would, but my advice is just to let the matter go over until to-morrow or next day, when the whole thing can be considered."
"Very well, but, George, sixty thousand dollars is a great deal of money, and we certainly can afford to be liberal with it, for the General's sake as well as for our own!"
"Everything depends upon how you look at it. In one way the sum is large. In another way it isn't. General Jenkins had just twenty times sixty thousand. Tremendous, isn't it? He might just as well have left us another million. He is in Heaven and wouldn't miss it. Then we could have some of our plans more fully carried out."
"I hate to be thought covetous," answered Mrs. Grimes, "but I do wish he had put on that other million."
The next day Mr. Grimes, while sitting with his wife after supper, took a memorandum from his pocket and said: