"I wasn't allowed to learn to write in my childhood," she falteringly explained to the notary, when, after affixing her mark, she watched him as he attached his seal to the document which was to be as a millstone about her neck forever after. "My father always thought that education was bad for girls," she added. "He said if they knew how to write they'd be forging their husbands' names and getting their money out of the bank. And he said, too, that if girls learned to write, they'd be sending love letters to the boys."
"It's never too late to learn," was the notary's reply. " If I were you, I would learn to write when the children learn. You can do it if you try."
"I'd be glad to, if I could find the time; but it's hard to learn anything for one's own especial benefit with a baby always in one's arms. When the children get big enough to learn to write, I'll try, though."
And she did; with such success that she never after signed her name with a cross.
"I 'm glad we 've got that mortgage off our hands at last, Annie," said her husband as they counted up the somewhat disappointing returns after the sale of their personal effects was over.
^ "But you 're not morally free from it, John, or even legally so. If the purchaser should fail, the load would then revert to Lije, you know. Say, John, can't I deed my little ten-acre farm to my father and mother? It never cost you anything. I took care of old man "Eustis for six long years; and you know he gave the little farm to me as pay for my services, absolutely."
"Haven't I paid its taxes all along, Annie?"
"And have I earned nothing all this time, my husband?"
"0h, yes, you've earned a living; and you've got it as you went along, haven't you?"
