“That was hard luck,” said Frank.
“I didn’t nurse him for the money,” said Mrs. Windham. “I nursed him because I thought it was my duty.”
“All the same you should have had something,” answered her husband.
“Did he leave anything to anybody else?”
“No, he left what he had to me. But we thought it might be more than it was.”
“It was certainly hard.” Frank paused after a moment. “I’ll leave the two new books now and make a package of the old ones and take them to the Camperville hotel with me.”
“Are you stopping there?”
“I’m going to stop.”
The old books were done up in some newspapers and Frank put a strap around them. Then he passed over the two new volumes, and bid the young couple good-by. Soon he was wheeling up the side road into the main road once more.
He had passed less than half a mile when he came to a bend. Here the highway was narrow, and on either side were masses of trees and bushes.