"I suppose, Sally," he concluded, "that if he had given it to you while he was living, you would have taken it, perhaps?"
"No, indeed," Sally replied indignantly. "Of course I wouldn't. What made you think that, Dick?"
"To tell the truth," he said, "I didn't think it. Well, would it make any difference in your feeling about it to know that he felt that Miss Patty was not competent to take care of it?"
She shook her head and sighed. "I don't see that it would; I can't unravel the right and wrong of it. If you think that my taking it would have pleased Uncle John, and if you tell me that Patty has as much as she can wish—"
"Oh, not that. But she has enough to enable her to live in luxury the rest of her life."
Sally laughed. "We have great possibilities when it comes to wishing, haven't we? And you advise my taking it?"
"Most certainly."
"Then I will."
"I wonder why," Dick asked, "you don't want it?"
She hesitated for an instant. "I do," she said, then, laughing again. "That's just the trouble. If I hadn't wanted it I might have been more ready to take it."