"She ain't all alone?"

"Sit down," said Sidney. "She's well cared for. Miss Babcock is
there. She happened to be out of a place, and Dr. Wallace got her
right away."

"Is she going to get over it?" asked Sylvia, anxiously. "I must go
over there, anyway, this evening. I always thought a good deal of
Abrahama."

"You might as well go over there," said the lawyer. "It isn't quite
the thing for me to tell you, but I'm going to. If Henry here can eat
flapjacks like those you make, Sylvia, and not say grace, his state
of mind is dangerous. I am going to tell you. Dr. Wallace says
Abrahama can't live more than a day or two, and--she has made a will
and left you all her property."



Chapter II


There was another silence. The husband and wife were pale, with
mouths agape like fishes. So little prosperity had come into their
lives that they were rendered almost idiotic by its approach.

"Us?" said Sylvia, at length, with a gasp.

"Us?" said Henry.