"I guess he couldn't have bought this place if he didn't give a mortgage
on it. And he'd have had enough to pay cash, too, if Richards hadn't
begged him so to lend it to him."

"When is Richards going to pay him?"

"It come due three months ago; Richards ain't never paid up
the interest even, and now he says he's got to have the mortgage
extended for three years; anyhow for two."

"But don't he KNOW we've got to pay our own mortgage?
How can we help HIM? I wish Uncle would sell him out!"

The boy gave her the superior smile of the masculine creature.
"I suppose," he remarked with elaborate irony, "that he's like Uncle
and you; he thinks mortgages are wicked."

"And just as like as not Uncle won't want to go to the carnival,"
Eve went on, her eyes filling again.

Tim gazed at her, scowling and sneering; but she was absorbed in dreams
and hopes with which as yet his boyish mind had no point of contact.

"All the girls in the A class were going to go to see the fireworks
together, and George Dean and some of the boys were going to take us,
and we were going to have tea at May Arlington's house, and I was to stay
all night;"--this came in a half sob. "I think it is just too mean!
I never have any good times!"