“I shall lose no time, you may be sure. I shall be at Edgewood within a week.”
CHAPTER XXXVI.
MAKING A WILL.
In Edgewood Center events moved slowly. In Carl Crawford’s home dullness reigned supreme. He had been the life of the house, and his absence, though welcome to his stepmother, was seriously felt by his father, who day by day became thinner and weaker, while his step grew listless and his face seldom brightened with a smile. He was anxious to have Carl at home again, and the desire became so strong that he finally broached the subject.
“My dear,” he said one day at the breakfast table, “I have been thinking of Carl considerably of late.”
“Indeed!” said Mrs. Crawford, coldly.
“I think I should like to have him at home once more.”
Mrs. Crawford smiled ominously.
“He is better off where he is,” she said, softly.