"I am very sorry for you," remarked the lawyer. "But that bequest is beyond your reach so long as the child lives."
"What's that you say?"
"I say that unless the poor little creature should die, you cannot finger the money."
"And if it did die, would it be mine?"
"Of course it would. By no other way can you get it, but, please
Heaven, the child may grow to be a strong man and outlive you."
"It's wonderful weakly," said Jonas, meditatively.
"Weakly in the cradle is sturdy at the table," answered the solicitor, slightly altering a popular maxim.
"It's that peevish and perverse—"
"Then it takes after its father," laughed Mr. Barelegs. "You can't complain of that, Kink."
The Broom-Squire took his hat and stick and rose to leave.