“Then I lay claim to it. I’m his only relation, and it is right that I should have it.”
“You shall have it if you will pay the expense of his illness.”
“Humph! how much did he leave?”
“Thirty-seven cents.”
Mr. Tripp looked discomfited.
“You can keep it,” he said, magnanimously. “I don’t lay no claim to it.”
“Thank you,” returned Chester, gravely.
“Then this five-dollar bill didn’t come from him?”
“How could it? he hadn’t as much money in the world.”
“He was a shif’less man. ‘A rolling stone gathers no moss,’” observed Mr. Tripp, in a moralizing tone.