“Well and hearty, Bulwer,” replied Louise. “Why haven’t you been to see little Jane lately?”
“I heard you had company,” said Mr. Runyon; “and the last time I came I stayed three days and forgot all about my ranch. I’ve made a will, Mrs. Weldon.”
“A will! You’re not going to die, I hope?”
“I join you in that hope, most fervently, for I’d hate to leave the new machine and its—”
“Go on, Bulwer.”
“But life is fleeting, and no one knows just when it’ll get to the end of its fleet. Therefore, as I love the baby better than any other object on earth—animate or inanimate—except—”
“Never mind your new car.”
He sighed.
“Therefore, Mrs. Weldon, I’ve made Jane my heiress.”
“Oh, Bul! Aren’t you dreadfully in debt?”