“Then you will guess all the quicker!” answered Queenie, with her merry laugh.
Bertie considered a moment and then said,—
“The Squire?”
“No, not the Squire; he only cares for his own property. Papa says our land is nothing to his; he wouldn’t care for it. Guess again.”
Bertie was puzzled.
“Dr. Lighton?” he asked, doubtfully; but Queenie’s laugh was answer enough.
“No, indeed! Where would he get the money from? Guess again.”
“I can’t; there’s nobody else I know. Are you sure I know him?”
“Of course you do! You must guess. You’ve seen him at our house often and often.”
Bertie paused again, hesitated, and suggested, timidly,—