“It wasn’t I,” said Landon; “I called up uncle that afternoon, but couldn’t get him.”
“Then I know,” said Avice. “It was Judge Hoyt. You see,” and she blushed as she looked at Landon, “he was so sure he would marry me, he frequently said ‘uncle’ to my uncle. And Uncle Rowly sometimes called him, ‘nephew’. They used to do it to tease me.”
“Your uncle really wanted you to marry him, then?” and Landon looked anxious.
“Yes, he did. But not to the extent of putting it in his will! Uncle often said to me, that as I didn’t seem to care for any one else I might as well marry Leslie.”
“And now, you do care for somebody else?”
Landon had forgotten the presence of the boy. But Avice had not, and she looked around.
“Sure, Miss Avice,” said Fibsy, politely, as if in response to her spoken word, and he slid swiftly from the room.
And then Avice answered Kane Landon’s question.
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