Think a moment! Your father didn't leave the property to me--not any part of it--he left it to you, you spendthrift! When I get too old to work I am going up to Felicia's and pick out an easy-chair and sit in a corner and dry up gradually and be laid away in lavender.

No, my lad, not a penny! Gift money should go to cripples and hypochondriacs, not to spry old gentlemen.

I would not take it from my own father's estate when I was your age, and I certainly won't take it now from you.

I made Felicia take it all." Jack opened his eyes.

He had often wondered why Peter had so little and she so much.
"Oh, yes, nearly forty years ago! But I have never regretted it since! And you must see how just it was, for there wasn't enough for two, and Felicia was a woman.