“So you do, nearly. However, it does not make much difference how an old man like him dresses.”
Rodney rather approved of his grandfather’s scanty outlay on dress, for it would enable him to leave more money to his mother and himself.
“Do you know how old grandfather is?” asked Rodney.
“I believe he is sixty-nine.”
“That’s pretty old. He won’t live many years longer probably. Then the property will come to mother and me.”
“Shall you come to live on the farm?”
“Not much. Mother says she’ll sell both farms, and then we may go to Chicago to live.”
Grant did not like Mr. Tarbox, but he was rather disgusted to hear his grandson speculate so coolly about his death.
“Don’t you think grandfather is failing?” continued Rodney.
“I don’t know that he is,” answered Grant coldly.