“I am a friend of anyone who requires a friend.”
“Carl is getting along well enough. He is at work in some factory in Milford, and gets a living.”
“Hasn’t he been back since he first left home?”
“No.”
“How long ago is that?”
“Oh, ‘bout a year,” answered Peter, carelessly.
“How is Dr. Crawford? Is he in good health?”
“He ain’t very well. Ma told me the other day she didn’t think he would live long. She got him to make a will the other day.”
“Why, this seems to be a conspiracy!” thought Ashcroft. “I’d give something to see that will.”
“I suppose he will provide for you and your mother handsomely?”