The girls raced down the stone walk to meet him, and Doris returned to the kitchen.
"Did you ever hear such a thing in your life?" she thought to herself. "How does he get every place—and how does he know everything— Oh, I think I'll take a walk out there myself some of these fine days—maybe I'll get arrested, too!"
CHAPTER V THE WILL
"Father, are you studying, or are you plain fidgeting?" asked Doris suspiciously, pausing in the act of dusting the pile of manuscript on her father's desk.
"Just plain fidgeting, I am afraid," he admitted. "I am nervous."
"Nervous!"
"I believe that old fellow left me something in his will," came the sober confession.
"Davison?"