"Yes, yes. Grocer and butcher and baker and suchlike. Well, I guess they
won't have to put in a keeper. Heave ahead."

"'Second:--I give, devise and bequeath all my estate, both real and
personal, to my brother, Elisha Warren, if he survive--'"

The captain gasped. "To me?" he cried, in utter amazement. "He leaves
it to ME? 'Bije leaves--say, Mr. Graves, there's some mistake here
somewhere, sure! And besides, you said--"

"Just a minute, Captain Warren, if you please. If you'll be patient and
not interrupt, I'll try to make the whole matter plain."

"Well, if you can do THAT, you'll have King Solomon and all his wisdom
beat a mile, that's all I've got to say. Go on."

"'To my brother, Elisha Warren, if he survive me, IN TRUST,
nevertheless, for the following purpose, to wit:--

"'To invest the same and to use the income thereof for the education and
maintenance of my two children, Caroline Edgecombe Warren--'"

"Edgecombe? Named for some of his wife's folks, I presume likely. Excuse
me for puttin' my oar in again. Go on."

"'And Stephen Cole Warren--'"

"THAT'S his wife, sartin. She was a Cole. I swan, I beg your pardon."