But what to do with him at just this time was a problem which would have baffled her had he not solved it for himself.
“Please don’t let me interrupt the preparations,” he begged. “I should not have ventured here––at just this time––except that I wanted to see Don about a few legal matters.”
“Mr. Barton,” explained Don to Sally, “is the man who had the pleasant duty thrust upon him of telling me that I was cut off without a cent.”
“It was an unpleasant duty,” nodded Barton, “but I hope it may be my good fortune to make up for that.”
“I’m afraid the only place you can sit is on the front doorstep,” laughed Sally.
“As good a place as any,” answered Don, leading the way.
“Well,” asked Don good-naturedly as soon as they were seated there, “what’s the trouble now? I tell you right off it’s got to be something mighty serious to jar me any at just this time.”
“There was still another codicil to your father’s will,” explained Barton at once––“a codicil I have not been at liberty to read to you until now. It had, in fact, no point except in the contingency of your marriage.”
“I hope you aren’t going to take the house away from me,” scowled Don.