“I know you did,” said Uncle Obed, laughing.
“What will Colonel Ross say?” wondered Harry.
“I feel more interested in what my niece will say,” said the old man.
“I am afraid they will take you away from us, Uncle Obed, when they find out that you are rich.”
“Not against my will, I think,” replied the old man, with quiet determination.
“They won’t want to send you back to Illinois now.”
“I don’t know but they will, when they find I won’t go with them.”
“Do you think of moving into the new house, Mr. Wilkins?” asked Mrs. Gilbert, anxiously.
“Yes, I think I shall.”
“We shall be sorry to lose you,” she said, soberly.