It seems old Mr.
Jonathan arranged it all befo' he died, an' they've only been waitin' till you came of age to let you into the secret.

He left enough money in the lawyer's hands to make you a rich woman if you follow his wishes." "Did they tell you his wishes ?" she asked, turning from Reuben to Spot as the blind dog fawned toward her.
"He wants you to live with Miss Kesiah and Mr.Jonathan when I'm taken away from you, honey, an' you're to lose all but a few hundred if you ever marry and leave 'em.

Old Mr.Jonathan had sharp eyes, an' he saw I had begun to fail fast befo' he died.

It's an amazin' thing to think that even after all the morality is wrung out of human natur thar'll still be a few drops of goodness left sometimes at the bottom of it." "And if I don't do as he wished?
What will come of it, then, grandfather ?" "Then the bulk goes to help some po' heathens over yonder in China to the Gospel.

He was a strange man, was old Mr.Jonathan.Thar warn't never any seein' through him, livin' or dead." "Why did he ever come here in the beginning?
He wasn't one of our people." "The wind blew him this way, pretty, an' he was never one to keep goin' against the wind.