well pleased. She felt almost as if she had been deprived of what
belonged to her by right. She frowned at Miss Nancy, but the old lady
was unconscious of the displeasure excited in the bosom of her
imposing-looking relative.

The lawyer proceeded: "To my cousin, Alonzo Granger, I leave one
hundred dollars; not because he needs it, for I understand that he is
well-to-do, but as a mark of remembrance."

The farmer scowled slightly, and opened and closed his brown hands in
dissatisfaction. He was well-to-do; but when was a man ever satisfied
with that? He had counted upon a few thousands, with which he proposed
to buy an adjoining farm. Mrs. Pinkerton, however, was pleased. There
was so much the more for her.

"To Cornelius Dixon"--here Herbert's morning acquaintance began to
feel excited--"I bequeath one hundred dollars, to buy a looking-glass
and a new suit of clothes."

The young man's face lengthened very perceptibly as he heard the small
amount of his legacy, and he glared savagely at Mrs. Pinkerton, who
showed a mirthful face at his discomfiture.

Her turn came next.

"To Josiah Pinkerton, his wife and children, I leave one hundred
dollars apiece; also my best black pantaloons, which he or his wife
may appropriate, as may be arranged between them."

All except the Pinkertons laughed at this sly hit, and even the lawyer