"
"Simpson and Hager paid me at once for the calicoes I sent them. I shall
be getting money every day now."
"Enough?"
"I shall have enough--some way or other--no fear."
"I'll tell you what, John. I can lend you twenty thousand pounds. I'll
be glad to do it."
"O mother! Mother! That will be very salvation to me. How good you are!
How good you are!" and there was a tone in John's voice that was perhaps
entirely fresh and new. It went straight to his mother's heart, and she
continued, "I'll give you a check in the morning, John. You are varry,
varry welcome, my dear lad."
"How can you spare me so much?"
"Well, I've been saving a bit here and there and now and then for thirty
years, and with interest coming and coming, a little soon counts up.
Why, John, I must have been saving for this very strait all these years.
Now, the silent money will talk and the idle money roll here and there,
making more. That is what money is cut round for--I expect."
"Mother, this is one of the happiest hours in my life.
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