"The next thing you know that mortgage will be foreclosed on Mis' Randall, and she and the children won't have a roof over their heads."
"Don't they say there 's a good chance of the railroad goin' through her place?" asked Mrs. Robinson. "If it does, she 'll git as much as the farm is worth and more. Adam Ladd 's one of the stock-holders, and everything is a success he takes holt of. They 're fightin' it in Augusty, but I 'd back Ladd agin any o' them legislaters if he thought he was in the right."
"Rebecca 'll have some new clothes now," said Delia, " and the land knows she needs 'em. Seems to me the Sawyer girls are gittin' turrible near!"
"Rebecca won't have any new clothes out o' the prize money," remarked Mrs. Perkins, "for she sent it away the next day to pay the interest on that mortgage."
"Poor little girl!" exclaimed Delia Weeks.
"She might as well help along her folks as spend it on foolishness," affirmed Mrs. Robinson. "I think she was mighty lucky to git it to pay the interest with, but she 's probably like all the Randalls; it was easy come, easy go, with them."
"That 's more than could be said of the Sawyer stock," retorted Mrs. Perkins; "seems like they enjoyed savin' more'n anything in the world, and it 's gainin' on Mirandy sence her shock."
"I don't believe it was a shock; it stands to
