"What's going to became of Kenneth ?" "I have left him five thousand," said the woman.
"Not enough to educate him properly," replied Patsy, with a shake of her head.

"Why, the boy might become a famous artist, if he had good masters; and a person with an artistic temperament, such as his, should have enough money to be independent of his art." Aunt Jane coughed, unsympathetically.
"The boy is nothing to me," she said.
"But he ought to have Elmhurst, at least," pleaded the girl.

"Won't you leave it to him, Aunt Jane ?" "No." "Then do as you please," cried Patsy, flying angry in her turn.

"As a matter of justice, the place should never have been yours, and I won't accept a dollar of the money if I starve to death!" "Think of your father," suggested Aunt Jane, cunningly.
"Ah, I've done that," said the girl, "and I know how many comforts I could buy for the dear Major.

Also I'd like to go to a girl's college, like Smith or Wellesley, and get a proper education.