“If you wouldn’t be so horrid proud,” pouted Miss Flora.
But Miss Maggie stopped her with a gesture.
“No, no,—listen! I—I have something to tell you. I was going to tell you soon, anyway, and I’ll tell it now. I have money, dear,—lots of it now.”
“You have money!”
“Yes. Father’s Cousin George died two months ago.”
“The rich one, in Alaska?”
“Yes; and to father’s daughter he left—fifty thousand dollars.”
“Mag-gie!”
“And I never even saw him! But he loved father, you know, years ago, and father loved him.”
“But had you ever heard from him—late years?”