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Aunt Jane's Nieces

If you want to leave your money to the best o' the lot, you're as sure

of striking it right that way as any other."

"Nonsense!" said Jane Merrick, sharply. "I don't want to leave my

money to the best of the lot."


"By no means. I want to leave it to the one I prefer--whether she's

the best or not."

"I see. Jane, I'll repeat my former observation. Your sex is a puzzle

that isn't worth solving. Good night, old girl."

"Good night, John."



Patricia sat down opposite her Aunt Jane. She still wore her hat and

the gray wrap.

"Well, here I am," she exclaimed, with a laugh; "but whether I ought

to be here or not I have my doubts."

Aunt Jane surveyed her critically.

"You're a queer little thing," she said, bluntly. "I wonder why I took

so much trouble to get you."

"So do I," returned Patsy, her eyes twinkling. "You'll probably be

sorry for it."

Lawyer Watson, who had remained standing, now broke in nervously.

"I explained to Miss Doyle," said he, "that you were ill, and wanted

to see her. And she kindly consented to come to Elmhurst for a few


"You see," said Patsy, "I'd just got Daddy away on his vacation, to

visit his old colonel. I've wanted him to go this three years back,

but he couldn't afford it until I got a raise this Spring. He'll have

a glorious old time with the colonel, and they'll fish and hunt and

drink whiskey all day, and fight the war all over again every evening.

So I was quite by myself when Mr. Watson came to me and wouldn't take

no for his answer."

"Why did you object to come here?" asked Aunt Jane.

"Well, I didn't know you; and I didn't especially want to know you.

Not that I bear grudges, understand, although you've been little of a

friend to my folks these past years. But you are rich and proud--and I

suspect you're a little cross, Aunt Jane--while we are poor and proud

and like to live our lives in our own way."

"Are you a working girl?" enquired Miss Merrick.

"Surely," said Patsy, "and drawing a big lump of salary every Saturday


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