"Oh, I'll break it fast enough."
"Hmm. Young lady, I thought you were the girl who didn't want to be an heiress," commented Uncle Fred, teasingly.
Amy's face sobered.
"You are right. I didn't so wish then, when the shock and sorrow were fresh; but now I do. Just think of all the comfort for all you folks in that lovely home."
"Then I must lose my tenants, eh?" asked Mr. Wingate, smiling.
"Thee'll lose nothing! Wait. If thee has plans to tell, so have I."
The letter was a simple one, plain, and leaving no room for any sort of legal difficulty. Amy could enter upon her heritage that day, if she wished. The place where the will was stored was designated, and they knew it would there be found. But after the reading a little silence fell upon them all.
The old mill owner was the first to break this. He did it almost reverently.
"Speaking of wills, and after the events of the day, I've been thinking of mine. By the way, Amy, I suppose thee'll cease to work for me now."