“A whole village!”
“Yes, the village of Daisy Lane. It was the family home at one time, you know.”
This was true. The village of Daisy Lane, in a Midland county, had been the cradle of the race of Horn. “Cobbler” Horn and his sister, however, had never visited the ancestral village.
“Well?” queried Miss Jemima.
“Well, uncle had a fancy for owning the village; so he bought it up bit by bit.”
“Only to think!” exclaimed Miss Jemima. “And what else is there?”
“Well, there’s money in all sorts of forms that I understand very little about.”
“It’s simply wonderful!” declared Miss Jemima.
“And then there’s the old hall at Daisy Lane. Uncle meant to end his days there; but God has ordered otherwise, you see.”
“And you will go to live there?”