In the Money

In the Money

In the Money

In the Money


"GUESS YOU'RE RIGHT," said the grocer's assistant skinny old Ben Williams. "Days'll be gettin' pretty cold up here in Vermont now. Finest days of the year though, if you ask me. Just when everybody's clearin' out for the city. Finest days of the year."

Here they were still in Vermont, the summer almost gone. Gurlie, bareheaded, her blond hair drawn plainly back over the ears, stood impatiently before Topping's General Store, beside the buggy, waiting for her order to be put into it. The middle of the morning there were few people about the Corners -- drug store, grocer, post office and bank -- which constituted the village to which she had driven for her final shopping trip.

"Where are you putting that kerosene!" said Gurlie. "Don't put it next to the potatoes. You know better than that."

"Got to put it somewhere, don't I? How's that?" He shifted it, in the back of the buggy, over to the other side.

Gurlie didn't answer him. "Where is that child?"

The baby, now well into her second year, was nowhere in evidence.

"Mr. Topping's got her. Down in the cracker box by this time, I guess."

"He mustn't do that," said Gurlie.

"He's taken a great liking to that little girl of yours, Mrs. Stecher. Did you get the rest of the order? . . ."

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