“I have always considered it worth fifteen hundred dollars,” said the widow, very much disturbed.

“A fancy price, my dear madam; quite an absurd price, I assure you.  What do you say, Kirk?”

“I quite agree with you, squire,” said Kirk, in a strong, nasal tone.  “But then, women don’t know anything of business.”

“I know that you and your cousin are trying to take advantage of my poverty,” said Mrs. Barclay bitterly.  “If you are a carpenter, why don’t you build a house for yourself, instead of trying to deprive me of mine?”

“That’s my business,” said Kirk rudely.

“Mr. Kirk cannot spare the time to build at present,” said the squire.

“Then why doesn’t he hire rooms from Elnathan Perkins, as you just recommended to me?”

“They wouldn’t suit him,” said the squire curtly.  “He has set his mind on this house.”

“Squire Davenport,” said Mrs. Barclay, in a softened voice, “I am sure you cannot understand what you ask of me when you seek to take my home and turn me adrift.  Here I lived with my poor husband; here my boy was born.  During my married life I have had no other home.  It is a humble dwelling, but it has associations and charms for me which it can never have for no one else.  Let Mr. Kirk see some other house and leave me undisturbed in mine.”

“Humph!” said the squire, shrugging his shoulders; “you look upon the matter from a sentimental point of view.  That is unwise.  It is simply a matter of business.  You speak of the house as yours.  In reality, it is more mine than yours, for I have a major interest in it.  Think over my proposal coolly, and you will see that you are unreasonable.  Mr. Kirk may be induced to give you a little more—­say three hundred and fifty dollars—­over and above the mortgage, which, as I said before, he is willing assume.”

“How does it happen that you are willing to let the mortgage remain, if he buys, when you want the money for other purposes?” asked the widow keenly.

“He is a near relative of my wife, and that makes the difference, I apprehend.”

“Well, madam, what do you say?” asked Kirk briskly.

“I say this, that I will keep the house if I can.”

“You needn’t expect that I will relent,” said the squire hastily.

“I do not, for I see there is no consideration in your heart for a poor widow; but I cannot help thinking that Providence will raise up some kind friend who will buy the mortgage, or in some other way will enable me to save my home.”

You are acting very foolishly, Mrs. Barclay, as you will realize in time.  I give you a week in which to change your mind.  Till then my friend Kirk’s offer stands good.  After that I cannot promise.  If the property sold at auction I shouldn’t he surprised if it did not fetch more than the amount of my lien upon it.”

“I will trust in Providence, Squire Davenport.”