I didn't want to do it, 'count o'
Ma, partly; but we kep' worryin' an' worryin' 'bout ye. Ma couldn't sleep
o' nights or eat her victuals; an fin'lly--'Ezry,' she says, 'we was
possessed to let Helen 'Lizy, at her age, an' all the chick or child we
got, go off alone to the city. Ezry,' she says, 'you go fetch her home.
Like's not Tim can let ye have the money,' she says; 'his wife bein' an
own cousin, right in the family, y'know.' So I've brought the deeds, Sis,
an'--"
"What!" cried Helen, starting up. "The deeds of the farm? Let me see!"
She reached out a shaking hand for the papers.
"I'll pay you back!" she cried. "Why didn't you come sooner? How much can
you get? How much money?"
"Not much more'n three thousan', I'm afeared, on a mortgage; cap'tal's
kind o' skeery--but Tim--"
"Three thousand dollars!"
Laughing hysterically, she fell back in her chair.
"I had ought 'a come sooner; an' three thousan' ain't a gre't deal, I
don't suppose, here in the city; but it's been spend, spend--not that I
grutch it--an' things ain't so flourishin' as they was. I'm gittin' too
old to manage, mebbe--"
"Mr.
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