His reference to the post office reminded Herbert of the letter he had in his pocket for his mother.
"Here"s a letter for you, mother," he said.
"A letter! Who can it be from?"
"It"s postmarked at Randolph," said Herbert.
"Perhaps it"s from Aunt Nancy," suggested the widow. "I don"t know anyone else in Randolph that would be likely to write to me."
She opened the envelope and uttered a cry of surprise as two bills dropped out and fluttered to the floor.
Herbert picked them up eagerly and cried: "Why, mother, they are ten- dollar bills. Twenty dollars in all!"
"Twenty dollars!" repeated Mrs. Carter, in amazement.
"Hurrah! now we can pay the interest!" exclaimed Herbert. "Won"t the squire be mad!" and he laughed joyously. "Read the letter aloud, mother."
Mrs. Carter read as follows:
"MY DEAR NIECE: I have thought of you often, and wish we were not so far distant from each other. I should enjoy seeing you and that good son of yours often. I am afraid you have had a hard time getting along. My wants are few and I have more than enough to supply them. I inclose twenty dollars in this letter. I shall not need them, for an old woman like me can live on very little.
"I wish you would write to me sometimes or ask Herbert to. I feel lonely and it would be a great favor to me. If it were not so far, I would ask you and Herbert to come over and spend a day or two with me.
Perhaps you can manage to do it some time. Only don"t delay too long, for I am getting old and can"t expect to live much longer,
"Your affectionate aunt,
"NANCY CARTER."
"How good of Aunt Nancy! If her brother had possessed her kind heart, we should be better off to-day."
"It came just in the nick of time, mother. How lucky!"
"Say, rather, how providential, my son. We owe to the kindness of G.o.d.
He will not see us want."
"Of course you are right, mother; but the squire won"t regard it in the same light. He will be terribly disappointed, for he thinks he has got us in his power."
"I am thankful that this is to be our home for six months more."
"Longer than that, mother. I am earning something now, and I will save up money to pay our next interest."
"Squire Leech is coming back," said Mrs. Carter.
"See how briskly he walks!" said Herbert. "I don"t think he"ll be so cheerful when he leaves the house."
"I don"t think we ought to exult, Herbert."
"I can"t help it, mother and I"m not ashamed of it, either. You are carrying benevolence too far."
Here the squire"s knock was heard, and Herbert went to admit him.
CHAPTER XVIII
HOW THE SQUIRE WAS CIRc.u.mVENTED
The squire was in very good spirits. All the way back from the post office he had been congratulating himself on the elegant bargain he was about to make. The widow and her son had been obliged to yield.
Squire Leech thought more of Herbert than of his mother, for he was convinced that but for him he could have talked over Mrs. Carter six months before.
"Serves the boy right," he said to himself. "It was preposterous in him to oppose my wishes. He might have known I would advise what was best."
The squire meant what was best for him. He had not given much thought what would be best for Mrs. Carter.
"Some men would take advantage of their situation and reduce their offer" thought the squire, virtuously, "but I won"t be hard on them.
They shall have the three hundred and fifty dollars."
"Well," said he cheerfully, as Herbert opened the door, "I believe I have given you the time I agreed upon."
"Yes, sir," said Herbert. "Please walk in."
The squire expected to find him sober and depressed, but in spite of himself Herbert could not help looking in good spirits. This puzzled the squire a little, but he said to himself: "Probably they have decided that my offer wasn"t so bad a one, after all."
"Well," said the village magnate, "well, Mrs. Carter, now that you have had time to think over my proposal, you have probably seen its advantages."
"I should not be willing to give up the house, sir. My husband built it, and--"
The squire"s brow darkened. What a perverse, obstinate woman she was!
"That ain"t the question," he exclaimed, pounding his cane on the floor. "There are many things we don"t want to do that we"ve got to do. You stand in your own light, ma"am. I have my rights."
"We don"t deny that, sir," said Herbert, who enjoyed the squire"s excitement, knowing how it must end.
"I am glad to hear it," said the squire; "but it appears to me you think you and your mother are the only persons to be considered in this matter."
"I think my mother is ent.i.tled to some consideration."
"Haven"t I considered her? Haven"t I offered her a most liberal price for the place?"
"We don"t call it liberal."
"Then you are unreasonable. Many men in my position would offer less.
Indeed, I don"t think I ought to offer more than three hundred dollars."
"We would thank you, Squire Leech, if we could see any favor in offering three or four hundred dollars less than the house is worth."
"We have had enough of this nonsense," said the squire, angrily. "It is not too late to withdraw my offer."