Excerpt: ...it. But he gave us SOME, and if he's dead, of course, that other letter'll be opened in two years; and I don't see why he wouldn't give us the rest, as long as he'd shown he remembered he'd got us. Do you?" "Well-er-as to that-" Mr. Smith hesitated. He had grown strangely red. "Well, there aren't any other relations so near, anyway, so ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...it. But he gave us SOME, and if he's dead, of course, that other letter'll be opened in two years; and I don't see why he wouldn't give us the rest, as long as he'd shown he remembered he'd got us. Do you?" "Well-er-as to that-" Mr. Smith hesitated. He had grown strangely red. "Well, there aren't any other relations so near, anyway, so I can't help thinking about it, and wondering," she interposed. "And 'twould be MILLIONS, not just one million. He's worth ten or twenty, they say. But, then, we shall know in time." "Oh, yes, you'll know-in time," agreed Mr. Smith with a smile, turning away as another guest came up to his hostess. Mr. Smith's smile had been rather forced, and his face was still somewhat red as he picked his way through the crowded rooms to the place where he could see Frank Blaisdell standing alone, surveying the scene, his hands in his pockets. "Well, Mr. Smith, this is some show, ain't it?' greeted the grocer, as Mr. Smith approached. "It certainly is." "Gee! I should say so-though I can't say I'm stuck on the brand, myself. But, as for this money business, do you know? I'm as bad as Flo. I can't sense it yet-that it's true. Gosh! Look at Hattie, now. Ain't she swingin' the style to-night?" She certainly is looking handsome and very happy." "Well, she ought to. I believe in lookin' happy. I believe in takin' some comfort as you go along-not that I've taken much, in times past. But I'm goin' to now." "Good! I'm glad to hear it." "Well, I AM. Why, man, I'm just like a potato-top grown in a cellar, and I'm comin' out and get some sunshine. And Mellicent is, too. Poor child! SHE'S been a potato-top in a cellar all right. But now-Have you seen her to-night?" "I have-and a very charming sight she was," smiled Mr. Smith. "Ain't she, now?" The father beamed proudly. "Well, she's goin' to be that right along now. She's GOIN' where she wants to go, and DO what she wants to do; and she's goin' to have all the fancy...Read Less
This item is printed on demand. Eleanor Hodgman Porter (1868-1920) was an American novelist. Born in Littleton, New Hampshire, Eleanor Hodgman trained as a singer but later turned to writing. In 1892 she married John Lyman Porter and moved to Massachuset.
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