Part 33 (1/2)
”Did you go to see him?” chorused the sisters.
”Surely. I thought there might be a _chance_ of his extending the time on the mortgage, but--he wouldn't listen to me.”
”Then we must lose the farm?”
”We have a month more before the mortgage is due, but I don't know where the money to pay is coming from. I am afraid--the farm--must go.” She gasped out the words in such misery and despair that Peace found herself crying with the older sister across the hall.
”What will become of us?” choked Hope after a long pause.
”I--I don't know,” murmured Gail, ”unless you go to live with the neighbors until I can find something to do so I can get you all together again. It seems the village people have already talked this over among themselves.”
”Did Peace tell you after all?” demanded Faith.
”No, I didn't! I never said a word!” cried Peace in great indignation, and the startled sisters beheld a frowzy head thrust from behind the closet drapery, and a pair of angry eyes glaring at them. ”I won't go to live with the Judge nor Mr. Hardman, either. Len and Cecile tease me dreadfully, Hector I _predominate_ with all my heart and I can't abide Mr. Hardman. He isn't square. He shouldn't have given old Skinflint the _mordige_. It b'longs to us. Oh, dear, I'll never pick raspberries again! That bull has made more fuss than any other person I know.”
Gail caught the s.h.i.+vering, sobbing child in her arms, wrapped a shawl around her, and sought to soothe her grief by saying gently, ”There, there, honey, don't cry like that! You are shaking with cold. How long have you been in the closet, and why were you hiding there?”
”I heard you come in and I _had_ to see what was the matter. Oh, do say I won't have to go to the Judge or Mr. Hardman! I hate them both--”
”Peace,” reproved Gail, ”you mustn't speak so. I am sorry you have overheard anything about the matter. Mr. Hartman had a perfect right to sell the mortgage to Mr. Skinner, and under the circ.u.mstances we can't blame him. He wouldn't have done it if he could have helped it.”
”What I can't understand,” interposed Faith, with a deep frown disfiguring her forehead, ”is why he waited this long before telling us.”
”I guess he didn't relish breaking such news to us anyway, but he has been hoping right along that Mr. Lowe would be able to pay him for the note. Then he could buy back the mortgage, or loan us the money so we could meet it, which amounts to the same thing. Of course, it is barely possible that he will yet get the money in time, but we can't count on it at all. He was so broken up over the matter that he actually cried while he was talking to me.”
”I sh'd think he would!” stormed Peace, who could not yet understand how their neighbor had any excuse for selling the mortgage; neither did she understand just what sort of a thing a mortgage is, but that it had something to do with money and their farm was perfectly clear.
”Isn't there someone we know who could loan us the money?” asked Hope, the hopeful, unwilling to accept the dark situation as it was presented.
”I can't think of a soul. Most of father's close friends were ministers, and they wouldn't be able to help us. We have no relatives living. We haven't anybody--”
”We have each other,” whispered Hope; and Gail's clasp on the little form in her lap tightened convulsively as she wondered vaguely how much longer they could say those words.
”We have Mr. Strong, too,” reminded Peace. ”Maybe he knows how the money could be paid.”
”I had thought of asking his advice, but of course it was too stormy tonight. We must wait until day.”
”If he can't help us, ask him if he won't take me,” said Peace, in her most wheedlesome tones. ”I would rather live with him than with anyone else in the world if we have to break up our house. I thought he would like to have me, too, but Mr. Jones said he wanted Allee.”
”Mr. Jones doesn't know anything about it. Don't fret, dearie! There may be lots of ways out of our trouble without our having to separate. I _hope_ so. We have a month to think and plan; but if we must scatter for a time among our kind friends, I trust we will all go bravely and do our best to please.”
”But I _can't_ go to the Judge's, Gail! He's a perfect fury, gets mad at nothing, and chaws his mustache and glares so ugly I always listen to see whether he's going to growl like Towzer.”
”He has the finest house in town,” said Faith consolingly, ”and a piano and a horse and buggy. He is going to have an automobile next summer.”
”I'd rather live with nice folks than with pianos and nautomobiles,”
Peace interrupted. ”I don't know what he wants of another girl, unless it is for Len and Hector to tease.”