“All I've got to say,” said the Bishop, “is jus' to watch yo' son-in-law. Every son-in-law will stan' watchin' after the ceremony, but yours will stan' it all the time.”
“'Lastly,'” read the Bishop, “'I wills it that things be left just as they be on the place—no moving around of nothing, especially the well, it being eighty foot deep, and with good cool water; and finally I leave anything else I've got, mostly my good will, to the tender mercies of the lawyers and courts.'”
The Bishop witnessed it, gave Uncle Davy another toddy, and, after again cautioning him to watch young Biggers closely, rode away.
CHAPTER XV
EDWARD CONWAY
Across the hill the old man rode to Millwood, and as he rode his head was bent forward in troubled thought.
He had heard that Edward Conway had come to the sorest need—even to where he would place his daughters in the mill. None knew better than Hillard Watts what this would mean socially for the granddaughters of Governor Conway.