If there was one point on which Thankful was determined, it was that
Emily should not meet Solomon Cobb. The money-lender had visited the
High Cliff premises but once during the summer and then Miss Howes was
providentially absent.

"No, no!" declared Mrs. Barnes, hastily. "You shan't do any such thing.
The idea! I guess I can 'tend to borrowin' money from my own relation
without draggin' other folks into it. I'll drive over and see him pretty
soon."

"You must go at once. I shan't permit you to wait another week. It is
almost time for me to go back to my schoolwork, and I shan't go until
I am certain that mortgage is to be renewed and that your financial
affairs are all right. Do go, Auntie, please. Arrange to have the
mortgage renewed and try to get another loan. Promise me you will go
tomorrow."

So Thankful was obliged to promise, and the following morning she drove
George Washington over the long road, now wet and soggy from the rain,
to Trumet.

Mr. Solomon Cobb's "henhouse" looked quite as dingy and dirty as when
she visited it before. Solomon himself was just as shabby and he pulled
at his whiskers with his accustomed energy.

"Hello!" he said, peering over his spectacles. "What do you want? . . .
Oh, it's you, is it? What's the matter?"

Thankful came forward. "Matter?" she repeated. "What in the world--what
made you think anything was the matter?"

Solomon stared at her fixedly.

"What did you come here for?" he asked.

"To see you. That's worth comin' for, isn't it?"

The joke was wasted, as all jokes seemed to be upon Mr. Cobb. He did not
smile.

"What made you come to see me?" he asked, still staring.

"What made me?"

"Yes. What made you? Have you found--has anybody told
you--er--anything?"

"Anybody told me! My soul and body! That's what you said when I was here
before. Do you say it to everybody? What on earth do you mean by it? Who
would tell me anything? And what would they tell?"

Solomon pulled his whiskers. "Nothin', I guess," he said, after a
moment. "Only there's so much fool talk runnin' loose I didn't know but
you might have heard I was--was dead, or somethin'. I ain't."

"I can see that, I hope. And if you was I shouldn't be traipsin' ten
miles just to look at your remains. Time enough for that at the funeral.
Dead! The idea!"

"Um--well, all right; I ain't dead, yet. Set down, won't ye?"

Thankful sat down. Mr. Cobb swung about in his own chair, so that his
face wa