George Allan England

“ Disney was saying. “What do we want money for, if only we have each other? I can give up my music, and—”
“My faith, no! No, child, there's enough for that—enough for all we really need. It's only that when I'm gone—and that may not be very long now—”
“Hush, grandfather! Please don't—please!”
The old man's eyes filled with tears that he could not restrain. His arm about her quivered.
“God is very good to me!” he whispered, as he kissed her black and glossy hair.
Listening with frigid wrath, at the stairhead above, Miss Lavinia Grush felt that God was anything but good to her. ”

“ Everything shall be left to your mother and you; but—how I regret to say it, dear girl!—I fear there won't be very much. When the estate is settled and all obligations met, perhaps there may be almost nothing.”
“There, there!” Disney laughed, pressing a cool, slender hand to his lips. “If you didn't have a dollar in the world, grandfather, we'd love you just the same. More—because then we could both go to work and help you. Couldn't we, mother?”
“Gladly!” Mrs. Forrester answered. “Thank God for this!” she was thinking. “Thank God there's not much for Veazie to get his hands on!” ”

“ His eyes grew moist. “But money's important, child; and I really haven't half the money I'm supposed to have—no, nor a quarter of it. Some unfortunate investments, and—”
“We don't want to hear a word about all that, grandfather!” interrupted Disney. “Do we, mother?”
“Not a word!” Mrs. Forrester echoed. “What your—grandfather has just told me has made me happier than I reckon I've been in a long time. I don't want him to be rich!”
“And they say women are mercenary!” smiled the old man, quite beatified. “They're all wrong, the maligners of women!” ”