"And there's another thing. There's Doctor Galen."
"Oh, so the doctor's the other thing. I'll tell him."
"The money that we have to pay him is the other thing." Sally was very earnest. "Will it be much, do you think?"
"Sally, don't you worry. I asked the doctor just that question and he told me I had better wait until he sent his bill. He hasn't sent it yet."
"Well—will it be as much as a hundred dollars?"
"It is possible that it may be as much as that."
"Oh, will it be more?" Sally was distressed. When should she be able to save—even to earn a hundred dollars. "We can't ever pay it, Fox; not for years and years."
Again Fox told her not to worry. She did not seem to hear him. She was following her thought.
"And, Fox, if you have to pay it, we shall owe you an awful lot of money. Have—have you got money enough?"
Fox Sanderson did not have an "awful lot" of money. That very question had been giving him some anxiety. But he would not let Sally suspect it.