So when she politely inquired, “Aren’t you coming up?” up he came, and seated himself as near her as he dared.
“Here is a document I’d like you to see.”
He handed her the paper and his electric torch, and she read aloud:
In the name of God, Amen.
I, Marvin Mahan, being of sound mind on most subjects, though somewhat given to dreaming on atoms, do make and declare this my last will and testament, in manner following, that is to say:
First, I give all my apparatus to my father, Chase Mahan, to be given to some school, and ask him to bury me at his own expense.
Second, I give all my books to my mother, Helen Marvin Mahan, and especially the fairy stories that she first read to me.
Third, I give my watch to my brother Charles. It is a good one.
Fourth, I give to my brother Augustus a trinket that is hidden in my safety deposit box. He deserved it from Uncle Sam.
Fifth, I give my clothes to my sister Anita for her disabled soldiers.