“It is too good of you. They tell me I have inherited property that will bring in an income of seven to eight hundred a year. I don’t think—”
“Well?”
“That we could let you be so generous.”
Miss Carmagee leaned forward in her chair.
“Generous? It is not generous, dear; a mere matter of convenience.”
“You call it merely ‘convenience’?”
“No, child, I ought to call it a blessing to me, a true blessing. Don’t you understand that it would make me very happy?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“That’s right.”
“How good and kind you are.”