But we might as well hope for the moon as one hundred and fifty dollars . '' Sara sighed again . She was only eighteen , but she felt very old . Willard was nineteen , and Willard had never had a chance to be young . His father had died when he was twelve , and he had run the farm since then , he and Sara together indeed , for Sara was a capital planner and manager and worker . The little mother had died two years ago , and the household cares had all fallen on Sara 's shoulders since . Sometimes , as now , they pressed very heavily , but a talk with Willard always heartened her up . Willard had his blue spells too , but Sara thought it a special Providence that their blue turns never came together . When one got downhearted the other was always ready to do the cheering up . Sara was glad to hear Willard whistling when he drove into the lane ; it was a sign he was in good spirits . He pulled up , and Sara climbed into the wagon . `` Things go all right today , Sally ? '' he asked cheerfully . `` There was a letter from Aunt Josephina , '' answered Sara , anxious to get the worst over , `` and she wants to come to Maple Hollow for the winter . I thought at first we just could n't have her , but I decided to leave it to you . '' `` Well , we 've got a pretty good houseful already , '' said Willard thoughtfully . `` But I suppose if Aunt Josephina wants to come we 'd better have her . I always liked Aunt Josephina , and so did Mother , you know . '' `` I do n't know where we can put her . We have n't any spare room , Will . ''
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