The plague continued on till the beginning of winter. Margaret Paston does not seem to have removed into the country, but in writing to her son John in the beginning of November she notes the progress of the enemy. 'Your cousin Berney of Witchingham is passed to God, whom God assoyle! Veyl's wife, and London's wife, and Picard the baker of Tombland, be gone also. All this household and this parish is as ye left it, blessed be God! We live in fear, but we wot not whither to flee for to be better than we be here.'[267-2] In the same letter Margaret Paston speaks of other troubles. [Sidenote: Money matters.] She had been obliged to borrow money for her son Sir John, and it was redemanded. The fortunes of the family were at a low ebb, and she knew not what to do without selling her woods--a thing which would seriously impair the value of Sir John's succession to her estates, as there were so many wood sales then in Norfolk that no man was likely to give much more than within a hundred marks of their real value. She therefore urged Sir John in his own interest to consider what he could do to meet the difficulty. Already she had done much for him, and was not a little ashamed that it was known she had not reserved the means of paying the debts she had incurred for him. Sir John, however, returned for answer that he was utterly unable to make any shift for the money, and Margaret saw nothing for it but the humiliation of selling wood or land, or even furniture, to meet the emergency. 'It is a death to me to think upon it,' she wrote. She felt strongly that her son had not the art of managing with economy--that he spent double the money on his affairs that his father had done in matters of the same character, and, what grieved her even more, that duties which filial pride ought to have piously discharged long ago had been neglected owing to his extravagance. 'At the reverence of God,' she writes to his younger brother John, 'advise him yet to beware of his expenses and guiding, that it be no shame to us all. It is a shame and a thing that is much spoken of in this country that your father's gravestone is not made. [Sidenote: John Paston's gravestone.] For God's love, let it be remembered and purveyed in haste. There hath been much more spent in waste than should have made that.' Apparently direct remonstrances had failed to tell upon Sir John otherwise than to make him peevish and crusty. She therefore wrote to his younger brother instead. 'Me thinketh by your brother that he is weary to write to me, and therefore I will not accumber him with writing to him. Ye may tell him as I write to you.'[268-1]