"
Grant hardly knew whether to be more vexed or amused.
"If wanting to have enough to eat is extravagant," he said, "then we
are."
"You must live on the fat of the land, Grant."
"We haven't any of us got the gout, nor are likely to have,"
answered Grant, provoked. "But let us come back to business. Have
you got any money for father?"
Now it so happened that Deacon Gridley had fifty dollars collected,
but he thought he knew where he could let it out for one per cent,
for a month, and he did not like to lose the opportunity.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Grant," he answered, "but folks are
slow about payin' up, and--"
"Haven't you got any money collected?" asked Grant, desperately.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," said the deacon, with a bright idea.
"I've got fifty dollars of my own--say for a month, till I can make
collections."
"That would be very kind," said Grant, feeling that he had done the
deacon an injustice.
"Of course," the deacon resumed, hastily, "I should have to charge
interest. In fact, I was goin' to lend out the money to a neighbor
for a month at one per cent; but I'd just as lieve let your father
have it at that price.
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