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UNCLE ISAAC’S WILL
125
" For the land’s sake!" said Lisa, laying John’s
trousers, which she was patching, down in her
lap.
"Well, if that isn’t the greatest I ever heard
in all my days," said Olea. "However, I don’t
believe it. It is just some of your tomfoolery,
John, you rascal."
"Here comes Mother and you shall hear for
yourself," shouted John. "Didn’t I stand on
the table, Mother? And shan’t I have
King-thorpe, Mother?" Mother assented soberly.
"Yes, my boy."
John looked triumphantly at Lisa and Olea.
"Now you see what silly nincompoops you
are — never believing a single thing I tell you."
"John dear," said Mother, "you are not to
use such expressions."
Well, Lisa and Olea were really very contrary
both of them. What would they say if they knew
how every one had been calling him the heir of
Kingthorpe? On the whole it was rather
pleasant to be called that, although somewhat
embarrassing. He would not speak of it to Olea
and Lisa after all — not yet, anyway. They
were both staring at him in open-mouthed
wonder.
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