"Will she have the house, and the furniture, and all my money?" asked Miss Yard eagerly.
"Percy gets your money, but Nellie will have all that you may leave in the bank, any investments you may make, and the proportion of income up to the time of your death," said George learnedly.
"Must I write my name somewhere?"
"Yes, and two witnesses are required; but Nellie can't be one," said George, going to the window and gazing along the street for some honest person who could also write.
Presently the Wallower in Wealth appeared, prospecting the gutter for any signs of gold dust.
"I know he can write, for he signed a petition to uncle in favour of more frequent offertories in aid of the poor and needy," George muttered. Then he caught up the will, lest Miss Yard should scribble her name all over it during his absence, ran out into the street, and invited the scribe to step inside and witness Miss Yard's signature.
"I'll do it on one condition," said the Wallower in Wealth.
"What's that?" said George.
"You sell me the musical box. I'll give ye ten shillings vor it."
"That musical box is worth fifty pounds," said George. "But I can't sell it."