I wish we'd never had a cent of it.

She didn't do right, and she laid the burden of her wrong-doing onto us when she left us the property." "Is that what's troubling you, Sylvia ?" said Henry, slowly.

"If that's all," he continued, "why--" But Sylvia interrupted him.

She swept the apron from her face and showed it grimly set.

There was no trace of tears.