"Why, of course we are to have some discretion, some margin; and besides, nobody possibly could guess precisely what he would have us do."
"But now, at any rate, George, we can realize fully one of our longing desires and give to the people the lovely park and library?"
George seemed thoughtful. "I think, Mary Jane," he said, "I would not act precipitately about that. Let us reflect upon the matter. It might seem unkind to the memory of the General just to give away his gift almost before we get it."
They looked at each other, and Mrs. Grimes said:
"Of course there is no hurry. And we are really a little cramped in this house. The nursery is much too small for the children and there is not a decent fruit tree in our garden."
"The thing can just stay open until we have time to consider."
"But I am so glad for dear old Isaac. We can take care of him, anyhow, and of Mrs. Clausen, too."
"To be sure," said George. "The obligation is sacred. Let me see, how much was it we thought Isaac ought to have?"
"Twelve hundred a year."
"H-m-m," murmured George, "and he has two hundred now; an increase of five hundred per cent. I'm afraid it will turn the old man's head. However, I wouldn't exactly promise anything for a few days yet."