He says he must call in the money

    "No, he won't. I've asked him. He says he must call in the money, and so the old place will have to be sold, and Nancy and I must turn out in our old age."     Again the old man sighed, and tears came into Nancy Hooper's eyes.     "There'll be something left, won't there, Uncle Cyrus?"     "Yes, the place should bring six hundred dollars over and above the mortgage. That's little enough, for it's worth three thousand."     "So it is, Uncle Cyrus. But what can you do with six hundred dollars? It won't support you and Aunt Nancy?"     "I thought mebbe, Jefferson, I could hire a small house and you could board with us, so that we could still have a home together."     "I'll think it over, uncle, if there is no other way. But are you sure Squire Sheldon won't give you more time?"     "No, Jefferson. I surmise he wants the place himself. There's talk of a railroad from Sherborn, and that'll raise the price of land right around here. It'll probably go right through the farm just south of the three acre lot."     "I see, Uncle Cyrus. You ought to have the benefit of the rise in value."     "Yes, Jefferson, it would probably rise enough to pay off the mortgage, but its no use thinkin' of it. The old farm has got to go."     "I don't know about that, Uncle Cyrus."     "Why, Jefferson, you haven't money enough to lift the mortgage!" said the old man, with faint hope.     "If I haven't I may get it for you. Tell me just how much money is required."     "Thirteen hundred dollars, includin' interest."