"
"Good thing for us if it had, ma fe! But, see you here, mother, if I
sell the farm it's not you and Nance that need trouble. If I pay out
your dowers in hard cash you're both of you better off than you are now,
and I'm better off too. It's only Tom could complain, and--"
"It's hard on the lad."
"Bidemme, it's no more than he deserves for his goings-on! Maybe it'll
do him good to have to work for his living."
"And you would do that to get your bit more money to throw into those
big holes?"
"Never you mind me. I'll take care of myself, and we'll see who's wisest
in the end. Now, will you agree to it?"
"I'll talk it over with Nancy again," and the big black sun-bonnet
nodded with sapient significance. "Send her to me."
"It's from you I got my good sense," said old Tom approvingly, and went
off in search of his wife, while the clever old lady pondered deep
schemes.
"Here's the way of it, Nancy," she said, when Mrs. Hamon came in. "He's
crazy on these silver mines, and he's willing to pay out our dowers,
yours and mine, so that he may throw the rest into the big holes at Port
Gorey.
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