“Dishonorable! I should say it was. He knows that we are poor, and have nothing except your pension, while he is rich. He was too mean to marry, and has no one to leave his money to, and he can’t live many years.”
“That is all true, Andy.”
“I would like to disappoint the old skinflint.”
“The only way is to find the receipt, and I am afraid we can’t do that.”
“I’ll hunt all the evening,” said Andy, resolutely. “It may come to light somewhere.”
“I have hunted everywhere that I could think of, and I am afraid it must be as I have long thought, that your poor father carried it away with him when he left for the army.”
“If that is the case,” said Andy, seriously, “we can never find it.”
“No; in that case Mr. Starr has us at his mercy.”
“What can we do?”
“Mr. Ross says he may agree to receive payment by installments from my pension.”