Was it possible the girl was ignorant of her aunt’s mission?
“Mebbe you didn’t know Miss Webster’s errand in town,” he began eagerly.
“I know she went to see Mr. Benton and get her will made, if that is what you mean.”
“An’ don’t you call that interestin’?” demanded the discomfited Elias.
“Not particularly.”
The storekeeper gasped.
“Likely the matter was all cut an’ dried an’ nothin’ new to you,” persisted he, with a wan, disappointed smile. “There warn’t much choice left your aunt, fur as relatives went, was there? Still, I reckon she couldn’t ’a’ found a better one to pass her property on to than you,” concluded the man with a leer.
“What makes you so sure she has passed it on to me?” inquired Lucy, annoyed.
“Well, ain’t she?”
“I don’t know.”