"She has insulted me, scorned me, humiliated me every moment since I have known her.

I'll be glad to have her die, and I don't want a cent of her miserable money." "Money," remarked the old man, knocking the ashes from his pipe, "is very necessary to one who is incompetent to earn his salt.

And the money she leaves you--if she really does leave you any--won't be her's, remember, but your Uncle Tom's." "Uncle Tom was good to my father," said the boy, softening.
"Well, Uncle Tom gave his money to Aunt Jane, whom he had expected to marry; but he asked her to care for his relatives, and she'll doubtless give you enough to live on.

But the place will go to some one else, and that means you must move on." "Who will have Elmhurst ?" asked the boy.
"One of your aunt's nieces, probably.

She has three, it seems, all of them young girls, and she has invited them to come here to visit her." "Girls! Girls at Elmhurst ?" cried the boy, shrinking back with a look of terror in his eyes.
"To be sure.