Forerunner — Volume 1 by Unknown
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"You don't want to go and live with them--either one of them--do you?"
he asked. "I should prefer to stay here," she answered. "Exactly! And you can't! You'd rather live here and be a grandee--but you can't do it. Keepin' house for boarders isn't any better than keepin' house for me, as I see. You'd much better marry me." "I should prefer to keep the house without you, Mr. Butts." "I know you would. But you can't, I tell you. I'd like to know what a woman of your age can do with a house like this--and no money? You can't live eternally on hens' eggs and garden truck. That won't pay the mortgage." Mrs. Morrison looked at him with her cordial smile, calm and non-committal. "Perhaps I can manage it," she said. "That mortgage falls due two years from Thanksgiving, you know." "Yes--I have not forgotten." "Well, then, you might just as well marry me now, and save two years of interest. It'll be my house, either way--but you'll be keepin' it just the same." "It is very kind of you, Mr. Butts. I must decline the offer none the less. I can pay the interest, I am sure. And perhaps--in two years' time--I can pay the principal. It's not a large sum." |
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