I've half a mind to join her myself."
But he didn't. He followed Uncle John into the tatter's room and
smoked one of the newly-discovered cigars while the elder man lay back
in an easy chair and silently puffed his pipe.
By and bye Patsy joined them, no longer crying but radiant with glee.
"Tell me, Daddy," said she, perching on the arm of the Major's chair,
"who gave me all this, do you think?"
"Not me," answered the Major, positively. "I couldn't do it on twelve
a week, anyhow at all."
"And you robbed me of all my money when I came to town," said Uncle
John.
"Stop joking," said the girl. "There's no doubt this place is intended
for us, is there?"
"None at all," declared the Major. "It's ours for three years, and not
a penny to pay."
"Well, then, do you think it's Kenneth?"
The Major shook his head.
"I don't know the lad." he said, "and he might be equal to it,
although I doubt it. But he can't touch his money till he comes
of age, and it isn't likely his lawyer guardian would allow such
extravagances."
"Then who can it be?"
"I can't imagine."
"It doesn't seem to matter," remarked Uncle John, lighting a fresh
pipe.
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