“It’s lucky George doesn’t know about our account in the savings bank, Lucindy.”
“If he knew of that, it would be impossible to get rid of paying the money.”
“Suppose he won’t give up the will without the whole amount down?”
“He will. It will do him no good, and if he keeps it or destroys it he won’t get a cent. I know he needs money, for he told me the other day that he was reduced to his last five dollars. If we remain firm, he’ll come to our terms.”
Mrs. Brackett spoke confidently, and felt so, but it was not long before she found occasion to reverse her opinion of her brother.
They found him smoking a pipe on the lawn, or grass plat, near the back door.
“Had a pleasant ride?” he asked, lazily.
“Yes, George,” said his sister. “What have you been doing?”
“Oh, killing time!” he answered, indifferently. “I have been thinking, Lucinda, that I should have to leave you very soon.”
“You mustn’t hurry,” said Mrs. Brackett; but she felt glad to hear that her brother was likely to leave her soon.