"He didn't say," Suzette answered.
"I presume," Adeline went on, after a little pause, "that you would like to give up the property, anyway. Well, you can do it, Suzette." The joy she might have expected did not show itself in her sister's face, and she added, "I've thought it all over, and I see it as you do, now. Only," she quavered, "I do want to do all I can for poor father, first."
"Yes," said Suzette, spiritlessly, "Mr. Putney said we ought."
"Sue," said Adeline, after another little pause, "I don't know what you'll think of me, for what I've done. Mr. Hilary has been here—"
"Mr. Hilary!"
"Yes. He came over from his farm—"
"Oh! I thought you meant his father." The color began to mount into the girl's cheeks.
"Louise and Mrs. Hilary sent their love, and they all want to do anything they can; and—and I told Mr. Hilary what we were going to try; and—he said he would speak to his father about it; and—Oh, Suzette, I'm afraid I've done more than I ought!"
Suzette was silent, and then, "No," she said, "I can't see what harm there could be in it."
"He said," Adeline pursued with joyful relief, "he wouldn't let his father speak to the rest about it, till we were ready; and I know he'll do all he can for us. Don't you?"