“He's going to a sanatorium to get cured.”
“And you are going to pay the bills?”
Quincy nodded again.
“I get a lesson very often. You are using your money to help others, while I've hoarded mine.”
Quincy looked at the speaker inquiringly. Alice had given him to understand that her uncle had used his income for himself.
“I know what you're thinking, Mr. Sawyer. I did tell Alice I had an annuity, but I haven't spent one-tenth of what's coming to me. I arranged to have it put in a savings bank, and I've drawn just as little as I could and get along. I bought a fifty thousand dollar annuity at sixty. I got nine per cent, on my money, besides the savings bank interest. As near as I can figure it out I'm worth about two hundred thousand dollars. I've beat the insurance company bad, and I ain't dead yet. I have all this money, but what good has it done anybody?”
“It can do good in the future, Uncle.”
“I want to leave something to Mandy's boys—not too much—for I'm afraid they'd squander it, and become do-nothings. What shall I do with it?”
“Do you wish me to suggest a public use for your fortune?”
“That's what I've been telling you about it for. You've a good knack of disposing of your own and other folks' money, and I thought you could help me out.”