I wanted to see what
the girl is like."
Uncle John whistled a few bars of an ancient tune.
"My advice is," he said, finally, "to let 'em draw cuts for Elmhurst.
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."
"No?"
"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."
CHAPTER XIII.
THE OTHER NIECE.
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.
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