"
"They haven't got it," thought the squire exultingly.
"As to that," he said aloud, "you've had several years to get
ready in."
"Have you no consideration? Remember my husband's absence, and I
am unacquainted with business."
"I have already told you," said the squire hastily, "that I
require the money. I have a note to pay, and----"
"Can you give us a week?"
"No, I must have the money at once."
"And if we cannot pay?"
"I must foreclose."
"Will that give you the money any sooner? I suppose you would
have to advertise the farm for sale before you could realize
anything, and I hardly think that car be accomplished sooner than
a week hence."
"The delay is only a subterfuge on your part," said the squire
hotly. "You would be no better prepared at the end of a week than
you are now."
"No, perhaps not," said Mrs. Frost quietly.
"And yet you ask me to wait," said the squire indignantly. "Once
for all, let me tell you that all entreaties are vain. My mind is
made up to foreclose, and foreclose I will.
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