"
Uncle Henry showed his disgust--not for her, but for his nephew. "Aw, he's
always been like this. I remember five or six years ago, he told me then he
wouldn't ask no woman to marry him until he got a lot of money. False
pride, I call it. What'd the world come to if everybody felt like that?"
"You think it's only pride that's keeping him from it?" Her voice was very
low.
"Well, what else could it be, I'd like to know."
"Maybe it's because he hasn't a lot of money. He may be honest in that."
"Well, mebbe you're right. That may be it. What do you say?"
"All right," Lucia Pell said. But she turned away.
Uncle Henry was delighted. "That's the idee! Hooray!" Had he been able to
stand, he would have risen and given three rousing cheers. He hadn't been
so happy in years. "We'll put it over yet, by heck!"
He hadn't seen his nephew come into the room, with a ball of stout twine in
his hands.
"Put what over?" Gilbert asked.
Uncle Henry was taken aback, but he quickly covered his confusion.
"Oh, somethin'. It's a secret." He turned and addressed Lucia Pell. "Don't
forget," he admonished, and swiftly wheeled himself out into the yard
again.
CHAPTER VI
WHEREIN AN OLD LOVE AWAKENS, PELL REVEALS HIS TRUE COLORS, A MORTGAGE IS
ABOUT TO BE FORECLOSED, THE CONTENTS OF A SATCHEL ARE MADE KNOWN, UNCLE
HENRY SPRINGS A SENSATION, AND PELL TAKES AN OPTION
Lucia's eyes were following Uncle Henry's heaving chair; for the yard was
full of little stones, and the invalid bumped along, not always able to
keep on a smooth track.
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