"Go away! Go away!" said the terrified old woman, really alarmed at her nephew's prediction. "I don't want to have anything to do with you."
"Don't forget that I'm your heir."
"I can leave my money as I please—not that I've got much to leave."
"You mean you'll make a will? Well, go ahead and do it. There was a man I know made a will and he died the next day."
This shot struck home, for the old woman really had a superstitious dread of making a will.
"You're a terrible man!" she moaned. "You scare me."
"Come, aunt, be reasonable. You can leave part of your money away from me if you like, but I want you to help me now. I'm hard up. Do you see this nickel?" and he drew one from his vest pocket.
"Yes."
"Well, it's all the money I've got. Why, I haven't eaten anything to-day, and I have no money to pay for a bed."
"I—I haven't any supper for you."