What’sallthisaboutyourunclesfailinginbusiness？Thatisn’tpossible，isit？Tellmethewholething，justasitwastoldtoyou。“
SoMarytoldit，concludingbyexhibitingIsaiahChase’sletter。
“Itmustbeverybad，yousee，“shesaid。“Isaiahneverwouldhavewrittenifithadnotbeen。ItishardenoughtothinkthatwhileI
wasenjoyingmyselfinEuropeandatschooltheywereinsuchtroubleandkeepingitalltothemselves。Thatishardenough，whenIknowhowtheymusthaveneededme。Butifitshouldbetruethatitistheirmoney——moneytheycouldnotpossiblyspare——thatIhavebeenspending——wastingthereinBoston，I——I——Pleasetellme，JudgeBaxter！HaveIanymoneyofmyown？Pleasetellme。“
TheJudgeroseandwalkedupanddownthefloor，hisbrowsdrawntogetherandhisrighthandslappinghislegateachturn。Aftersevenoreightoftheseturnshesatdownagainandfacedhiscaller。