April Gold (Musaicum Romance Classics). Grace Livingston Hill

to pay for the moving.”

      “Mother!” exclaimed Thurlow in dismay. “Sell? Isn’t it enough that we have to part with the house without selling our things, too?”

      “I’m hoping to get enough from selling what we don’t need to pay for the moving,” said the mother again firmly. “We’ve got to save every penny, you know.”

      “Now, Mother. You’re not getting miserly on us, are you? And why the haste? We don’t have to move tomorrow.”

      “The sooner we get out of here the better!” said the mother with a deep-drawn sigh and a sad look in her eyes.

      Thurlow cast a quick look at her and signaled to his sister.

      “All right, ladies, it’s okay with me. All set? Let’s get to work. Where do we begin? In the attic or the cellar?”

      “In the attic,” said the mother, and they all trooped off upstairs.