Where There's a Will

dying, and Miss Patty Jennings gone to Mexico, when I'd been looking forward to her and her cantankerous old father coming to Hope Springs for February, as they mostly

pped a nickel in his mouth and tried to put the zwieback in

wondered what I would do if the old doctor died, and what a fool

e spring fitted me for was to be a mermaid, when I heard something

d her and threw the Finley

ake of toilet soap from Bath-hou

and there was Miss Patty's picture in an oval and the prince's in another, with a turned-up mustache and his hand

"but the sword's beautiful-and, oh, Minnie

d enough talk about foreign marriages in the years I'd been

that kind of a picture. If he was even standing beside a cha

declared Tillie. "How do you reckon he

people's pictures in a newspaper with a red heart around them and an overweight cupid above to

t have you got the drinking glass she used last winter put on the top shelf out of reach for?" She went to the door and slammed it open. "Thank he

away from her governess and come down to the spring-house for a chat with me, and we'd make pop-corn together by my open fire, and talk about love and clothes, and even the tariff, M

d as cranberries, and say: "I DON'T know why I tell you all these things, Minnie, but Aunt Honoria's funny, and

nd orphans, and showed the little frame house where Miss Patty was born-as if she's had anything to do with it. And so now I was cutting out the picture of her and the prince and the article underneath which told how many castles she'd have, and I don't m

e've come all this distance

nd, for with her, so to speak, next door to being a princess-but

atching me by the shoulders and holding me off

ed marriages. I had a cousin that married a Jew, and what with him making the children promise to be good on

that, but she sat down a

"and he's a good Catholic. But if that's the way you feel we'l

r a glass of spring water. The papers had been full of how Mr. Jennings had

glass and came over to me. "Minnie, Minnie," she said, "if you only knew how I've wanted to get away from the newspapers and the gossips

blubber, and she came i

going to live in a country where they harness women with dogs,

newspapers." She took off her things and going into my closet began to rummage for the pop-corn. "Oh, how glad I am to get away," she sang ou

a child, and she sat down on the floor in front of the fire and began to

husbands, except a drummer now and then who drives up from Finleyville. It's too early for drooping society buds, and th

or was flung open, and Ba

in the hot room in the bathhouse! One minute he was givin' me the d

afternoon suddenly seemed to burst and made me

et?" I asked quickly

ly. "He died in his bed, and you know it. If it gets out

of the spring. I got my shawl and sta

excitement in a sanatorium," I said, "and one and all they'll d

ed to the ho