Kennedy Square eBook

Francis Hopkinson Smith
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 499 pages of information about Kennedy Square.

Kennedy Square eBook

Francis Hopkinson Smith
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 499 pages of information about Kennedy Square.

“Yes—­I saw it did.  I had no idea it was so much.  I never thought anything about it in fact.  My father always paid—­paid for anything I wanted.”  Neither did the young fellow ever concern himself about the supply of water in the old well at Moorlands.  His experience had been altogether with the bucket and the gourd:  all he had had to do was to dip in.

Again St. George ruminated.  It had been many years since he had been so disturbed about any matter involving money.

“And have you any money left, Harry?”

“Not much.  What I have is in my drawer upstairs.”

“Then I’ll lend you the money.”  This came with a certain spontaneity—­quite as if he had said to a companion who had lost his umbrella—­“Take mine!”

“But have you got it, Uncle George?” asked Harry in an anxious tone.

“No—­not that I know of,” he replied simply, but with no weakening of his determination to see the boy through, no matter at what cost.

“Well—­then—­how will you lend it?” laughed Harry.  Money crises had not formed part of his troubles.

“Egad, my boy, I don’t know!—­but somehow.”

He rang the bell and Todd put in his head.  “Todd, go around outside,—­see if young Mr. Pawson is in his office below us, present my compliments and say that it will give me great pleasure to call upon him regarding a matter of business.”

“Yes, sah—­”

“—­And, Todd—­say also that if agreeable to him, I will be there in ten minutes.”

Punctually at ten o’clock on the following morning the shrivelled body and anxious face of the agent was ushered by Todd into St. George’s presence—­Dandy close behind sniffing at his thin knees, convinced that he was a suspicious person.  This hour had been fixed by Temple in case he was not sent for earlier, and as no messenger had so far reached the bill collector he was naturally in doubt as to the nature of his reception.  He had the same hat in his hand and the same handkerchief—­a weekly, or probably a monthly comfort—­its dingy red color defrauding the laundry.

“I have waited, sir,” Gadgem began in an unctuous tone, his eyes on the dog, who had now resumed his place on the hearth rug—­“waited IMpatiently, relying upon the word and honor of—­”

“There—­that will do, Gadgem,” laughed St. George good-naturedly.  Somehow he seemed more than usually happy this morning—­bubbling over, indeed, ever since Todd had brought him a message from the young lawyer in the basement but half an hour before.  “Keep that sort of talk for those who like it.  No, Todd, you needn’t bring Mr. Gadgem a chair, for he won’t be here long enough to enjoy it.  Now listen,” and he took the memorandum from his pocket.  “These bills are correct.  Mr. Rutter has had the money and the goods.  Take this list which I have signed to my attorney in the office underneath and be prepared to give a receipt in full for each account at twelve o’clock to-morrow.  I have arranged to have them paid in full.  Good-morning.”

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