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 so ago. I don’t believe she had any too good a time herself. She had an awful temper. But she certainly did have pretty hair,” he concluded thoughtfully.

Miss Trueman gasped.

“So I didn’t want to see New York again; I just hated the place. And this time I only came because I found out you and the girls were here, and you were about all there was left. People die so. And I wanted to find out about the old place. I wanted to buy it, if I could, when I thought it was sold.”

“But, Cousin Lorando, I couldn’t sell it!”

“Oh, no, I s’pose not. Still, I might buy out the girls’ thirds and rent yours, couldn’t I? I’d pay you as much and more than anybody else would, I guess. And you could keep your interest. And keep half of the house, for that matter, to use when you wanted—it’s big enough.”

“Why, yes, I don’t see why I couldn’t