You'd be using more of your money than--"
"My money!" Fanny's chin drooped upon her thin chest, and she laughed
miserably. "I've got twenty-eight dollars. That's all."
"You mean until the interest is due again?"
"I mean that's all," Fanny said. "I mean that's all there is. There
won't be any more interest because there isn't any principal."
"Why, you told--"
She shook her head. "No, I haven't told you anything."
"Then it was Uncle George. He told me you had enough to fall back on.
That's just what he said: 'to fall back on.' He said you'd lost more
than you should, in the headlight company, but he'd insisted that you
should hold out enough to live on, and you'd very wisely followed his
advice."
"I know," she said weakly. "I told him so. He didn't know, or else
he'd forgotten, how much Wilbur's insurance amounted to, and I--oh, it
seemed such a sure way to make a real fortune out of a little--and I
thought I could do something for you, George, if you ever came to need
it--and it all looked so bright I just thought I'd put it all in.
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