"But, mother, you WILL do it," importuned Mellicent. "You've always said you would, if you had it to give."
"And I say it again, Mellicent. I shall never see her suffer, you may be sure,—if I have the money to relieve her. But—" She stopped abruptly at the sound of an excited voice down the hall. Miss Flora, evidently coming in through the kitchen, was hurrying toward them.
Tips, opportunities to make money：Grab your money online"Jane—Mellicent—where are you? Isn't anybody here? Mercy me!" she panted, as she reached the room and sank into a chair. "Did you ever hear anything like it in all your life? You had one, too, didn't you?" she cried, her eyes falling on the letter in her brother's hand. "But 'tain't true, of course!"
Miss Flora wore no head-covering. She wore one glove (wrong side out), and was carrying the other one. Her dress, evidently donned hastily for the street, was unevenly fastened, showing the topmost button without a buttonhole.
"Mr. Smith says it's true," triumphed Mellicent.
"How does he know? Who told him 'twas true?" demanded Miss Flora.
Tips, opportunities to make money：Will online selling cashews to make money?So almost accusing was the look in her eyes that Mr. Smith actually blinked a little. He grew visibly confused.
"Why—er—ah—the letter speaks for itself Miss Flora," he stammered.
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"But he's your cousin—you said he was your cousin," Mr. Smith reminded her. "And you have his picture in your album. You showed it to me."
"I know it. But, my sakes! I didn't know HE knew I was his cousin. I don't s'pose he's got MY picture in HIS album! But how did he know about us? It's some other Flora Blaisdell, I tell you."
"There, I never thought of that," cried Jane. "It probably is some other Blaisdells. Well, anyhow, if it is, we won't have to pay that inheritance tax. We can save that much."
"Save! Well, what do we lose?" demanded her husband apoplectically.
At this moment the rattling of the front-door knob and an imperative knocking brought Mrs. Jane to her feet.