"It isn't my money."
"I don't understand. I only know that there is no way that I can get the money."
Lorenzo looked at her a minute, and then said slowly and very gently: "I've found Mrs. Croft's will. She left all that she had to whoever took care of her the night she died. It appears that she had a good deal more than any one supposed. It's all yours, dear. Now you see why you should have trusted."
CHAPTER XVIII
IN A PERFECTLY RIGHT WAY
WHEN Susan, looking out of the window, saw the two whom she had left behind coming across the grass, she knew instantly.
"They've settled it somehow," she exclaimed in supremest joy, and whirled to whisk the bacon off the stove.
"Auntie," said Jane, from outside the window, the minute after, "I am just dumb. I don't believe I'll ever be able to lift up my head in life again."
"Auntie," said Lorenzo, over her shoulder, "she's inherited her fortune."