"On the day after New Year's."
"When you return we will have departed, so I will say good-by forever."
"Maybe not. I expect to return at Easter."
"Unless the weather is backward, we will be on the move before then," she said. "One last look at your hand."
Dick gave it to her.
"I told you that you were coming into a fortune before long."
"I remember that you did. But there is very little chance of such a thing happening."
"The fortune will come to you around Easter."
"In what way?" asked Dick curiously.
"It is already yours. Indeed, you have been in possession of this fortune for three years."