To come back to the house again, it was the woman of
the next family that had died. That was after they had
been there nearly four years, and this woman had had
twins regularly every year -- and there had been more
than you could count when they moved in. After she
died the man would go to work all day and leave them
to shift for themselves -- the neighbors would help them
now and then, for they would almost freeze to death. At
the end there were three days that they were alone, be~
fore it was found out that the father was dead. He was
a "floorsman" at Jones's, and a wounded steer had broken
loose and mashed him against a pillar. Then the children
had been taken away, and the company had sold the house
that very same week to a party of emigrants.
So this grim old woman went on with her tale of hor~
rors. How much of it was exaggeration -- who could
tell? It was only too plausible. There was that about
consumption, for instance. They knew nothing about
consumption whatever, except that it made people cough;
and for two weeks they had been worrying about a cough~
ing-spell of Antanas. It seemed to shake him all over,
and it never stopped; you could see a red stain wherever
he had spit upon the floor.
And yet all these things were as nothing to what came
a little later. They had begun to question the old lady
as to why one family had been unable to pay, trying to
show her by figures that it ought to have been possible;
and Grandmother Majauszkiene had disputed their figures
-- "You say twelve dollars a month; but that does not
include the interest."
Then they stared at her. "Interest!" they cried.
"Interest on the money you still owe," she answered.
"But we don't have to pay any interest!" they ex~
claimed, three or four at once. "We only have to pay
twelve dollars each month."
And for this she laughed at them. "You are like all
the rest," she said; "they trick you and eat you alive.
They never sell the houses without interest. Get your
deed, and see."
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