“I expect that that’s all he did leave.”
“You are mistaken; he left a good deal more.”
“To whom did he leave it?”
“It is to give you that very information, Miss Blyth, that I ventured to bring you here.”
I gasped. This was getting interesting. A cold shiver went down my back. I had never heard of a will in our family before, there having been no occasion for such a thing. And to think of Uncle Benjamin having been the first to start one! As the proverb says, you never can tell from a man’s beginning what his end will be—and you cannot.
Emily came a little closer, and she took my hand in hers, and she gave it a squeeze, and she said:
“Never mind, Pollie! bear up!”
I did not know what she meant, but it was very nice of her, though I had not the slightest intention of doing anything else. But, as my mother used to say, human sympathy is at all times precious. So I gave her squeeze for squeeze. And I wished that Tom was there.
CHAPTER VI.
SOLE RESIDUARY LEGATEE.
Mr. Paine unfolded a large sheet of blue paper.