The girls admitted that they had not had any food since lunch time. Caleb led them to the kitchen, showing them where canned goods were stored.
“If you’re handy with a can opener there’s no need to starve,” he declared.
The girls thanked him for his trouble. Rosanna timidly ventured a few questions concerning her uncle.
“Did you never see him?” Caleb asked.
“No, once I wrote him a letter but he never answered. I’ve heard Uncle Jacob was very eccentric.”
“Some might call him that. He liked to live alone and mind his own business which is more than most folks do. He traveled a lot too. I guess he must have visited every country in the world.” He added slyly: “If Jacob is dead, you’ll come into possession of some valuable things.”
“I hope that nothing has happened to him,” Rosanna said sincerely. “I don’t really care for riches. All I want is a home.”
“Jacob Winters never liked girls.”
“I know,” Rosanna sighed. “I guess that’s why he never answered my letter.”
“You counted a lot on the inheritance, didn’t you?” Caleb questioned shrewdly.