What an old fraud our dear Aunt Jane was! And how foolish of me to return her hundred dollar check." "I used mine," said Beth, bitterly.

"It's all I'll ever get, it seems." And then the thought of the Professor and his debts overcame her and she burst, into tears.
The boy sat doubled within his chair, so overcome by the extraordinary fortune that had overtaken him that he could not speak, nor think even clearly as yet.
Patsy tried to comfort Beth.
"Never mind, dear," said she.

"We're no worse off than before we came, are we?
And we've had a nice vacation.

Let's forget all disappointments and be grateful to Aunt Jane's memory.

As far as she knew, she tried to be good to us." "I'm going home today," said Beth, angrily drying her eyes.
"We'll all go home," said Patsy, cheerfully.
"For my part," remarked Uncle John, in a grave voice, "I have no home." Patsy ran up and put her arm around his neck.
"Poor Uncle John!" she cried.