"Haphazard or no," Rufus replied, "the property has not been all eaten up by the lawyers."
"Well, yes," the old gentleman said, reflectively, "there would appear after all, to be some sense of honesty and justice in the country. But why don't you take a journey across and look after things for yourself?"
Rufus gave a little start, and looked at his grandfather with a questioning light in his eyes.
"I mean it," the old man said, quietly. "If I were a few years younger nothing would please me better."
"It had never occurred to me," Rufus replied, slowly and thoughtfully.
"Then think about it. You can travel cheaply in these days; besides, you may be able to pick up ideas."
"Yes, that is true," he answered, reflectively. "At any rate it is worth considering."
For the rest of the evening Rufus thought of little else. Conversation ranged over a dozen topics, but he heard scarcely half of what was said. Constantly his thoughts harked back to his grandfather's suggestion, and his eyes caught a far-away expression.
"I think you are tired," his granny said to him at length, and she looked at him with a quizzical smile on her wrinkled face.