"I'll send the Breck boys over," the lawyer said. "Hazard is very good company."
"Of course their uncle," she said demurely, "would come to look after them."
"Perhaps," he replied. "But who would look after their uncle?"
[CHAPTER VII.]
A BUSINESS INTERVIEW.
Whatever else Flora Sturtevant might or might not be, she at least was energetic, and what she had to do she did at once and with her might. Although she returned from the picnic at Mackerel Cove very weary, she did not rest until she had written a dainty missive to Jacob Wentworth, the brother of her late step-father. The answer came on the evening of the following day in this telegram:—
"Will be in Boston Saturday. Come to office at twelve.
"Jacob Wentworth."
It was to meet this appointment that Miss Sturtevant passed leisurely down Milk Street about noon Saturday. The signal-ball upon the Equitable Building fell just as she passed the Old South Church; but she seemed not disposed to quicken her steps.