up and asked for a mortgage. He'd left a farm wagon at the curb.
Uncle Rob looked doubtful. "A—a mortgage on what?"
"Why, just a mortgage," said the man.
"He-wants-a-blank-form," said the cashier,—she always talks very fast and runs her words together,—"In-the-upper-drawer-there-with-the-legal-blanks."
Uncle Rob pulled open the drawer and began laying out the packages of forms. By and by he came to the package marked "Mortgages," and was just taking one out, when the cashier craned her neck to look at the label and then said to the man; "Did—you-want-it-with-or-without-dower?"
The man stared at her. "Well—I—" he began.
"Give-it-to-him-with-and-then-if-he-doesn't-want-it-he-can-scratch-it-out."
"Well—I—" began the man again; but the cashier pointed to one of the packages.
"That's-it."
Uncle Rob took out the blank and rolled it in paper, and the man paid for it hesitatingly, and went away.
