“This is Bob Jakin, aunt,” said Tom, bridling the irritation that aunt Glegg’s voice always produced. “I’ve known him ever since we were little boys. He’s a very good fellow, and always ready to do me a kindness. And he has had some experience in sending goods out — a small part of a cargo as a private speculation; and he thinks if I could begin to do a little in the same way, I might make some money. A large interest is got in that way.”
“Large int’rest?” said aunt Glegg,NHL Mens Detroit Red Wings Black Rink Warrior Pullover Hoodie, with eagerness; “and what do you call large int’rest?”
“Ten or twelve per cent, Bob says, after expenses are paid.”
“Then why wasn’t I let to know o’ such things before, Mr. Glegg?” said Mrs. Glegg, turning to her husband, with a deep grating tone of reproach. “Haven’t you allays told me as there was no getting more nor five per cent?”
“Pooh, pooh, nonsense,Semyon Varlamov Tröjor, my good woman,” said Mr. Glegg. “You couldn’t go into trade, could you? You can’t get more than five per cent with security.”
“But I can turn a bit o’ money for you, an’ welcome,Belstaff Gangster Mit Jackor Jackor, mum,” said Bob, “if you’d like to risk it — not as there’s any risk to speak on. But if you’d a mind to lend a bit o’ money to Mr. Tom,Nashville Predators Tröjor, he’d pay you six or seven per zent, an’ get a trifle for himself as well; an’ a good-natur’d lady like you ‘ud like the feel o’ the money better if your nephey took part on it.”
“What do you say, Mrs. G.?” said Mr. Glegg. “I’ve a notion,Paul Martin Tröjor, when I’ve made a bit more inquiry, as I shall perhaps start Tom here with a bit of a nest-egg — he’ll pay me int’rest, you know — an’ if you’ve got some little sums lyin’ idle twisted up in a stockin’ toe, or that ——”
“Mr. Glegg, it’s beyond iverything! You’ll go and give information to the tramps next, as they may come and rob me.”
“Well,Matthew Tkachuk Tröjor, well, as I was sayin’, if you like to join me wi’ twenty pounds, you can — I’ll make it fifty. That’ll be a pretty good nest-egg, eh, Tom?”
“You’re not counting on me,Jakub Voracek Tröjor, Mr. Glegg, I hope,” said his wife. “You could do fine things wi’ my money, I don’t doubt.”
“Very well,” said Mr. Glegg, rather snappishly,Ryan Smyth Tröjor, “then we’ll do without you. I shall go with you to see this Salt,” he added, turning to Bob.
“And now, I suppose, you’ll go all the other way, Mr. Glegg,Justin Abdelkader Tröjor,” said Mrs. G., “and want to shut me out o’ my own nephey’s business. I never said I wouldn’t put money into it — I don’t say as it shall be twenty pounds, though you’re so ready to say it for me — but he’ll see some day as his aunt’s in the right not to risk the money she’s saved for him till it’s proved as it won’t be lost.”
“Ay, that’s a pleasant sort o’risk,Pittsburgh Penguins Tröjor, that is,” said Mr. Glegg, indiscreetly winking at Tom,Steven Stamkos Tröjor, who couldn’t avoid smiling. But Bob stemmed the injured lady’s outburst.
“Ay, mum,” he said admiringly,T.J. Oshie Tröjor, “you know what’s what — you do. An’ it’s nothing but fair. You see how the first bit
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