"Sad times," he said, "and they last long. It is the will of God. His will be done. But He tries us to the utmost."
Again he reflected.
"You've no money, William, and you've nothing you could sell to raise a small sum?"
"No. I've selled t' chest o' drawers, and t' clock, and t' bit of a mahogany stand, and t' wife's bonny tea-tray and set o' cheeney 'at she brought for a portion when we were wed."
"And if somebody lent you a pound or two, could you make any good use of it? Could you get into a new way of doing something?"

"Sad times," he said, "and they last long. It is the will of God. His will be done. But He tries us to the utmost."
Again he reflected.
"You've no money, William, and you've nothing you could sell to raise any?"
"No. I've selled t' chest o' drawers, and t' clock, and a mahogany stand, and t' wife's bonny tea-tray and set o' wedding chiney."
"If somebody lent you a pound or two, could you make any good use of it? Could you get into a new way of doing something?"
