“Franzy,” he says deprecatingly, “ye don’t know what ye are doin’.”
“Don’t I?” sneers Franz. “Wal I’m goin’ ter find out shortly.”
A sudden exclamation from Leslie causes him to turn quickly. She is gazing at the paper with a bewildered face.
“What is it?” he asked peremptorily.
“This paper,” exclaims Leslie, “would bind me to make over one third of any property I am or may become possessed of to those two and—”
“What!” Again Franz makes a movement as if about to seize the paper, then, dropping his hand, he repeats: “To those two?” pointing to Papa and Mamma; “and don’t it make no mention o’ me?”
“Now Franz—” remonstrates Mamma.
“You shut up! Say, gal, does that document leave me out?”
Leslie’s eyes scan the page. “It does not name you,” she falters.
“Oh, it don’t! Wal,” stepping to her side and taking the paper from her, “wal, then, we won’t sign it.”