“Well, but Aunt Sarah won’t bite him,” said Ruth, hurriedly removing her apron and smoothing her hair.
“Just think of Uncle Peter being dead,” repeated Aggie, in a daze.
“And he was Aunt Sarah’s half brother, you know. Of course, neither her father nor mother was Uncle Peter’s father or mother—their parents were all married twice. And——”
“Oh, don’t!” gasped the plump sister. “We never can figure out the relationship—you know we can’t, Ruth. Really, Aunt Sarah isn’t blood-kin to us at all.”
“Uncle Peter never would admit it,” said Ruth, slowly. “He was old enough to object, mother said, when our grandfather married a second time.”
“Of course. I know,” acknowledged Aggie. “Aunt Sarah isn’t really a Stower at all!”
“But Aunt Sarah’s always said the property ought to come to her, when Uncle Peter died.”
“I hope he has left her something—I do hope so. It would help out a lot,” said Aggie, serious for the moment.
“Why—yes. It would be easier for us to get along, if she had her own support,” admitted Ruth.
“And we’d save five cents a week for peppermints!” giggled Aggie suddenly, seeing the little white bag of candy on the table.