She said nothing.
Aunt Jane turned to her brother.
"I have also provided for you, John, in the sum of five thousand dollars." "Me!" he exclaimed, astounded.

"Why, suguration, Jane, I don't--" "Silence!" she cried, sternly.

"I expect neither thanks nor protests.
If you take care of the money, John, it will last you as long as you live." Uncle John laughed.

He doubled up in his chair and rocked back and forth, shaking his little round body as if he had met with the most amusing thing that had ever happened in his life.

Aunt Jane stared at him, while Louise and Beth looked their astonishment, but Patsy's clear laughter rang above Uncle John's gasping chuckles.
"I hope, dear Uncle," said she, mischievously, "that when poor Aunt Jane is gone you'll be able to buy a new necktie." He looked at her whimsically, and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Thank you, Jane," said the little man to his sister.