she termed it. Then she gasped.
The will in Billy's favour was dated a week earlier than the one they
had found in the secret drawer. It was worthless, mere waste paper. At
the last Frederick R. Woods's pride had conquered his love.
"Oh, the horrid old man!" Margaret wailed; "he's left me everything he
had! How
dare
he disinherit Billy! I call it rank impertinence in
him. Oh, boy dear, dear,
dear