and talked about it, and the result was that I said that I must
see the girls--we three are the only ones concerned, after all,
and"--Anne's old half-merry and half-pouting manner was unchanged-
-"what we decide is what really matters!" she finished.

"Why, there is no question that it's Daddy's handwriting," Cherry
said, with what, for her, was sharpness, "and it seems to me--it
seems to me Anne--" she added, hesitatingly.

"That you have a nerve!" Alix finished, not with any particular
venom. "That document throws the case out of court," she said,
flatly. "Peter is confident of that!"

Anne's pale face flushed a trifle, and her eyes narrowed.

"Yes, but it doesn't throw the WILL out of court," she said
quickly.

"You proposed to break the Will!" Alix reminded her, getting
angry.

"I know I did, but it might be valid, after all, and under that
Will I inherit only a fifth less than you and Cherry!" Anne
answered, also with feeling. "That's just what I came over to talk
about," she added, still smiling. "Isn't it better," and all
friendliness and appeal were in her voice, "isn't it better to do
it all in a kindly manner, than to fight about it? Why, we can
easily settle it among ourselves," she assured them, sensibly.

Alix shrugged, and looked down at the wheel of her car with a