"Oh, yes."
"And is it 'wise and proper'? You know," added Flaxie, turning her aching head upon the pillow,—"you know I have a great many beautiful things, and if I ever die there is my sweet little new piano, and—and—I don't expect I shall die, but if I ever do die, you know."
Madam Gray understood her granddaughter's mood in a moment. Flaxie had a touch of 'melancholy.' Though very well aware that her disease was not of a dangerous nature, she liked to fancy that it was dangerous. Even now she had brought herself almost to the verge of tears, just by picturing to her own mind how sorry everybody would feel when she actually died of chicken-pox. Grandma Gray thought it might amuse and interest her to let her make a will, so she brought her a sheet of paper and a pencil, and instructed her as to the proper form of words to use.
Here is a copy of Flaxie's will:—
"I, Mary Gray, of Laurel Grove, N. Y., third child of Dr. Ephraim Gray, do hereby give and bequeath my personal property in the following manner:—
"First. I give and bequeath my pretty doll's piano to Kittyleen Garland, whose real name is Katharine. I give it to her, because I was cross to her for scratching my doll's eyes out, and have been sorry for it ever since. To her heirs and assigns forever.
"Second. I give and bequeath my beautiful wax large doll with the new head to my dear little sister Ethel; but she must not play with it till she knows how to hold it without letting it fall. I give this to Ethel, her heirs and assigns forever.
"Third. My Bible and all my nice books, and my gold pen and handsome inkstand to my sister Julia, if she wants them.
"Fourth. The money in my box,—I don't know whether to give it to my father or mother or the missionaries.