If you can't meet our terms, we'll meet
yours. You've got your nest-egg, whatever it is----"
"As a matter of fact, I've got ten thousand to start with," Bert
said slowly. "But that's all I have got, Rogers," he added firmly,
"And I don't propose----"
"You've GOT ten thousand?" asked the agent, with a kindly smile.
And immediately his vehemence gave way to a sort of benign
amusement. "Why, my dear boy," he said genially, "What's the
matter with you? There's a mortgage of twelve thousand on that
place now; you pay your ten, and 6 per cent, on the rest--that's
something a little more than sixty dollars a month--and then you
clear off your loan, or not, as suits you! I don't have to tell
you that that's good business. How much of the holdings of
Pearsall and Pearsall are clear of mortgages! We carry 'em on
every inch of our land, right to the hilt too. If you're getting
the equivalent of 8 or 9 per cent, on your money, you should worry
about the man that carries the loan. You're paying 6 per cent, on
somebody's twelve thousand now, don't forget that..."
Chapter Eighteen
An hour later they went to see Holly Court again. It was even
lovelier than ever in the sweet spring twilight.
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