“What have you done about the fortune, Dora?”
“Mamma has everything in the vault of a safe deposit company in Ithaca. We don’t know just what to do—thinking Tad Sobber may tie the money up again in the courts.”
“I don’t see how he can do that—unless he brings up some new evidence to prove that the fortune belongs to Sid Merrick’s estate.”
“Uncle John thought it might be best to buy Tad Sobber off—just to end the matter. But Sobber wanted too much.”
“I’d not give him a cent—he doesn’t deserve it—after the way he treated you, and us. I don’t believe Sid Merrick ever had a right to one dollar of the fortune.”
“I believe that, too.”
“I suppose Crabtree came around because he heard that you had more money than ever. Gracious, Dora, some day you’ll be real rich in your own name!”
“Well, won’t you like it,” she demanded brightly.
“I’ll not complain. But I’d take you just as quickly if you were poor,” added Dick earnestly.
“Would you, Dick?”