"I think you will find her."
"O, I hope you will!" exclaimed Kate.
"I heard Tom tell my uncle that he had given him all the money he wanted," I added. "What do you suppose that means?"
"I suppose your uncle has given up the property to Tom," replied Bob.
"Tom lives in Philadelphia—don't he, Kate?"
"I think he does; indeed I am pretty sure of it," she answered.
"I can't see how they have managed the business without discovery. My father must have had some friends who knew about his affairs."
"And your mother, too," added Bob. "I don't see through it; but I suppose you will understand it one of these days."
"Bob, I don't like to carry this will round with me. I may lose it, or Tom Thornton may get it away from me. I want you to take it. Give it to your father, and ask him to keep it safe for me. And when I want a powerful friend, I shall call upon him."
"You may be sure he will do all he can for you," said Bob, heartily, as he carefully deposited the precious document in his pocket. "What else have you, Ernest?"