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48 sent the blood racing through my veins like mad. This is what I saw painted in gold above the office door:—

I dashed across the street, flew up the steps, and fell like a whirlwind upon Oliver Otis, attorney at law, seated at his desk.

"Give me the iron box," I gasped.

Oliver went white, then red. Without a word he rose, twisted the knob to the great safe, took out the iron box, and placed it in my hands. It was so heavy that I let it slide to the floor, then I sat down upon it, and seizing Oliver Otis's hand, kissed it, to his utter confusion, and the amusement of the office boy.

Oliver lifted me to my feet, and putting me into a chair, explained how Aunt Ellen had insisted upon leaving the box in his care; and how, though objecting, he finally gave in. Also, how sorry he became when he got to know us and realized the injustice being done to us; for then he was bound by the conditions of the will, and was obliged to let events shape our futures.

Which they did to my entiresatisfaction.

The second will? Everything was to go towards founding an institution for the Discipline of Refractory Children. The document was even more awe inspiring than the first one, with where ases and wherefores to throw to the birds; a sad waste of red tape, in my opinion.

Yes, Caroline is going abroad with mother, Ellen Ann is going to college, and I am going to be married.

And we all hope to live long and happily.