“You don’t mean it! What kind of property?”
“I own five lots there.”
“Then you are in luck. Lots in Tacoma are rising every day.”
“But it wouldn’t be well to sell at present, would it?”
“No; the railroad has only recently been completed, and the growth of Tacoma has only just begun.”
“I hope to go West some day.”
“When you do you must call on me. Perhaps you will come, too, Edward?”
Edward Granger shook his head.
“It won’t be worth while for me to go back while Mr. Trimble is alive. He seems to have such an influence over my mother that it would not be pleasant for me to go there and have a cold reception from her.”
“I will call on her and mention your name. Then I can see how the land lays. How she can prefer such a man as Abner Trimble to her own son I can’t understand.”