"Money is tight, money is tight," said old Mr. Ellet, frowning; "when a man marries his children, they ought to be considered off his hands. I don't know why I should be called upon. Ruth went out of my family, and went into yours, and there she was when her trouble came. Money is tight, though, of course, _you_ don't feel it, doctor, living here on your income with your hands folded."
"Yes, yes," retorted the doctor, getting vexed in his turn; "that all sounds very well; but the question is, what _is_ my 'income'? Beside, when a man has earned his money by riding six miles of a cold night, to pull a tooth for twenty-five cents, he don't feel like throwing it away on other folks' children."
"Are not those children as much your grand-children as they are mine?" said Mr. Ellet, sharply, as he peered over his spectacles.
"Well, I don't know about that," said the doctor, taking an Æsculapian view of the case; "shouldn't think they were--blue eyes--sanguine temperament, like their mother's--not much Hall blood in 'em I fancy; more's the pity."
"It is no use being uncivil," said Mr. Ellet, reddening. "_I_ never am uncivil. I came here because I thought you had something to say; if you have not, I'll go; my time is precious."
"You have not answered my question yet," said the doctor; "I asked you, if you would give the same that I would to Ruth for a time, only a _short_ time?"
"The fact is, Mr. Ellet," continued the doctor, forced to fall back at last upon his reserved argument; "we are both church members; and the churches to which we belong have a way (which I think is a wrong way, but that's neither here nor there) of meddling in these little family matters. It would not be very pleasant for you or me to be catechised, or disciplined by a church committee; and it's my advice to you to avoid such a disagreeable alternative: they say hard things about us. We have a Christian reputation to sustain, brother Ellet," and the doctor grew pietistic and pathetic.
Mr. Ellet looked anxious. If there was anything he particularly prided himself upon, it was his reputation for devoted piety. Here was a desperate struggle--mammon pulling one way, the church the other. The doctor saw his advantage, and followed it.