"
"Wall, I didn't," said Mrs. Putnam. "When he found you wuz out he said
he wanted to see pa and me, and he stayed here more'n an hour."
"Yes," said Lindy, "no doubt you told him all about pa's turning Second
Advent and how much money I had, and you have killed all my chances."
"Well, I guess not," said Mrs. Putnam. "I told him about your brother
leavin' yer all his money, and I guess that won't drive him away."
Lindy continued, "Money don't count with him; they say his father is
worth more than a million dollars."
Mrs. Putnam answered, "Wall, I s'pose there's a dozen or so to divide it
among."
Lindy said, "Did you tell him who you were going to leave your money
to?"
"No, I didn't," replied Mrs. Putnam. "But I did tell him that you
wouldn't get a cent of it."
Lindy sobbed, "I think it is a shame, mother. I like him better than any
young man I have ever met, and now after what you have told me I sha'n't
see him again. I have a good mind to leave you for good and all and go
to Boston to live."
"Wall, you're your own mistress," replied Mrs. Putnam, "and I'm my own
mistress and pa's.
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