Let's
hear what your plan is, the whole of it."
Fighting down her impatience Thankful went into details concerning her
plan. She explained why she had thought of it and her growing belief
that it might be successful. Mr. Cobb listened.
"Humph!" he grunted, when she had finished. "So Obed Bangs advised you
to try it, hey? That don't make me think no better of it, as I know of.
I know Bangs pretty well."
"Yes," dryly; "I supposed likely you did. Anyhow, he said he knew you."
"He did, hey? Told you some things about me, hey?"
"No, he didn't tell me anything except that you and he had had some
dealin's. Now, Mr. Cobb, we've talked a whole lot and it don't seem
to me we got anywheres. If you don't want to take a mortgage on that
place--"
"Sshh! Who said I didn't want to take it? How do I know what I want to
do yet? Lord! How you women do go on! Suppose I should take a mortgage
on that place--mind, I don't say I will, but suppose I should--how would
I know that the mortgage would be paid, or the interest, or anything?"
"If it ain't paid you can foreclose when the time comes, I presume
likely. As for the interest--well, I'm fairly honest, or I try to be,
and that'll be paid reg'lar if I live."
"Ya'as. Well, fur's honesty goes, I could run a seine through Ostable
County any day in the week and load a schooner with honest folks; and
there wouldn't nary one of 'em have cash enough to pay for the wear and
tear on the net. Honesty's good policy, maybe, but it takes hard money
to pay bills.
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