"
Auntie Sue shook her head, smiling: "Now, Homer, you know that is
settled: I will never leave my little log house by the river until I
have watched the last sunset. You know, my dear boy, that I would be
miserable in the city."
It was an old point often argued by them, and the man dismissed it, now,
with a brief: "We'll see about that when the time comes. But, why didn't
you bring Betty Jo with you?"
"Because," Auntie Sue answered, "I came away hurriedly, on a very
important trip, for only a day, and it is necessary for her to stay and
keep house while I am gone. The child must learn to cook, Homer, even if
she is to inherit all your money."
"I know," answered the banker;--"the same as you make me work when I
visit you. But your coming to me sounds rather serious, Auntie Sue. What
is your trouble?"
The dear old lady laughed, nervously; for, to tell the truth, she did
not quite know how she was going to manage to present Brian Kent's case
to Homer T. Ward without presenting more than she was at this time ready
to reveal.
"Why, you see, Homer," she began, "it is not really my trouble as much
as it is yours, and it is not yours as much as it is--"
"Betty Jo's?" he asked quickly, when she hesitated.
"No! no!" she cried. "The child doesn't even know why I am here. Just
try to forget her for a few minutes, Homer.
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