The services proceeded, and among those who followed on foot in the funeral procession were Andy and his mother.

It never occurred to them that they were intruding.

They wanted to show respect for the memory of one who had been a friend to them.
On the day after the funeral Squire Tisdale called at the house, invited by Mrs.Preston.The squire had a smattering of law, and often acted as executor in settling estates.
"I invited you to come here, Squire Tisdale," said Mrs.Preston, "to speak about my affairs.

Of course, it is very trying to me to think of business so soon after the death of my dear husband"-- here she pressed her handkerchief to her tearless eyes--"but I feel it to be my duty to myself and my boy." "Of course," said the squire, soothingly.

"We can't give way to our feelings, however much we want to." "That is my feeling," said Mrs.Preston, whose manner was wonderfully cool and collected, considering the grief which she desired to have it thought she experienced for her husband.
"Did Colonel Preston leave a will ?" asked the squire.
"I don't think he did.