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“On the contrary, he inquires very anxiously,” said Mrs. Shelby, “when the money for his redemption is to be raised.” “I’m sure I don’t know,” said Mr. Shelby. “Once get business running wrong, there does seem to be no end to it. It’s like jumping from one bog to another, all through a swamp; borrow of one to pay another, and then borrow of another to pay one,- and these confounded notes falling due before a man has time to smoke a cigar and turn round,- dunning letters and dunning messages,- all scamper and hurry-scurry.” “It does seem to me, my dear, that something might be done to straighten mat- ters. Suppose we sell off all the horses, and sell one of your farms, and pay up square?” “O, ridiculous, Emily! You are the finest woman in Kentucky; but still you ha- ven’t sense to know that you don’t understand business;- women never do, and never can.” “But, at least,” said Mrs. Shelby, “could not you give me some little insight into yours; a list of all your debts, at least, and of all that is owed you, and let me try and see if I can’t help you to economize.” “O, bother! don’t plague me, Emily!- I can’t tell exactly,- I know somewhere about what things are likely to be; but there’s no trimming and squaring my af- fairs, as Chloe trims crust off her pies. You don’t know anything about business, I tell you.” |
