Then I shall be rich, and can move into the village without any danger.
"Not two thousand dollars!" said Mrs.Bell.
"Yes," said Mary Erskine, "if I have calculated it right." "Why, how much do you think the farm and stock will sell for ?" asked Mrs.Bell.
"About eight hundred dollars," said Mary Erskine.

"That put out at interest will double in about twelve years." "Very well," rejoined Mrs.Bell, "but that makes only sixteen hundred dollars." "But then I think that I can lay up half a dollar a week of my own earnings, especially when Bella gets a little bigger so as to help me about the house," said Mary Erskine.
"Well;" said Mrs.Bell.
"That," continued Mary Erskine, "will be twenty-five dollars a year.
Which will be at least three hundred dollars in twelve years." "Very well," said Mrs.Bell, "that makes nineteen hundred." "Then," continued Mary Erskine, "I thought that at the end of the twelve years I should be able to sell this house and the land around it for a hundred dollars, especially if I take good care of the buildings in the mean while." "And that makes your two thousand dollars," said Mrs.Bell.
"Yes," replied Mary Erskine.
"But suppose you are sick." "Oh, if I am sick, or if I die," rejoined Mary Erskine, "of course that breaks up all my plans.

I know I can't plan against calamities." "Well," said Mrs.Bell, rising from her seat with a smile of satisfaction upon her countenance, "I can't advise you.

But if ever I get into any serious trouble, I shall come to you to advise me." So bidding Mary Erskine good-bye, Mrs.Bell called her daughter, and they went together toward their home..