Lucy smiled good-humoredly.
“I’m goin’ to see a lawyer,” her aunt went on. “Lawyer Benton.”
No reply appearing necessary, Lucy did not speak.
“Well!” piped Ellen, after waiting a moment.
“Well, what?” Lucy asked.
“Ain’t you got no interest in what I’m goin’ for?” the woman demanded querulously.
“I’m always interested in anything you wish to tell me,” answered the girl, “but I thought it was not my place to inquire into your business.”
“It is my business, an’ I can keep it to myself,” said Ellen tartly. “But I’ll tell you this much—I’m goin’ to get my will made.” 157
The hard blue eyes fixed themselves on Lucy’s face narrowly.
“My will!” repeated Ellen, a challenge in her tone. “I s’pose you thought it was all made long ago; but it warn’t. I’m goin’ to make it to-day.”