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"How much do I owe you?" inquired the grocer.
"The Podds tell me they owe you sixteen dollars."
"Yes. I shan't get it."
"My fee is twenty-five. Mark off their bill and give me the balance."
The grocer smiled cheerfully. He had charged the Podds roundly for
their credit, taking his chance of pay, and now got it paid in an
equivalent of cash. He gave the nine dollars with alacrity.
Peter took it upstairs and gave it to Mrs. Podds. "If things look up
with you later," he said, "you can pay it back. If not, don't trouble
about it. Ill look in in a couple of weeks to see how things are going."
When this somewhat complicated matter was ended, he wrote about it to
his mother:
"Many such cases would bankrupt me. As it is, my fund is dwindling
faster than I like to see, though every lessening of it means a
lessening of real trouble to some one. I should like to tell Miss
De Voe what good her money has done already, but fear she would
not understand why I told her.


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