I saw her a good many times, for your uncle sent me home all the papers and directions--'in case,' as poor Sawyer had said of himself--so my Jack said it." Grandmother sighed; Sylvia looked still more reproachfully at Molly; Molly pretended to be threading her needle.
"And I got it all settled as her son had wished.

He had arranged it so that she could not give away the money during her life.

Not long after, she went to America to her other son, and I believe she is still living.
He got on very well, and is now a rich man.

I had letters from them a few years ago--nice letters.

I think it brought out the best of them--Philip Sawyer's death I mean.