“And I’ll wear a black necktie,” said Joel. “How much of the money am I to have?”
“Wait till we get it,” said his father shortly.
“What steps do you propose to take in this matter, Mr. Fox?” queried his wife.
“I’m going to Ferguson to-morrow to see Mr. Benjamin Howard. Of course he won’t want to give up the money, but I’ll show him I mean business, and am not to be trifled with.”
“That’s right, pa,” said Joel approvingly.
“Five hundred dollars will give us quite a lift,” said Mrs. Fox thoughtfully.
“So it will, so it will, my dear. Of course, I’m sorry to hear of the poor boy’s death, but I shall insist upon my rights, all the same.”
Mrs. Fox warmly approved of her husband’s determination, being quite as mean and money-loving as he.
CHAPTER XVIII
A HEART-BROKEN RELATIVE
