“Oscar tells me you want to see me,” he said.
“Yes, Joe. Do you remember your Aunt Susan?”
“My mother’s aunt?”
“Yes; she’s dead and buried.”
“She was pretty old,” said Joe.
“The old lady had a small pension,” continued the deacon, “that just about kept her, but she managed to save a little out of it. When the funeral expenses were paid it was found that there were fifty-six dollars and seventy-five cents over.”
“What’s going to be done with it?” he inquired.
“She’s left it to you,” was the unexpected reply, “You was the nearest relation she had, and it was her wish that whatever was left should go to you.”
“I’m very much obliged to her. I didn’t expect anything. I had almost forgotten I had a great-aunt.”
“The money has been sent to me, Joe,” continued the deacon. “I’m ready to pay it over to you when you want it, but I hope you won’t spend it foolish.”