And now, thinks I,
I think I'll just go and get it out and give it 'em. Banks is not
always safe."
"I'll take care of it for you with the greatest pleasure. Still,
you know, banks allow interest."
"D'ye suppose I don't know all about interest and compound
interest too by this time? I tell ye I want ye to spend it. It's
your own. It's not mine. It always was yours. Now you're not
going to fret me by saying you think it mine." Mr. Benson held
out his hand to her, for he could not speak. She bent forward to
him as he sat there and kissed him.
"Eh, bless ye, lad! It's the first kiss I've had of ye sin' ye
were a little lad, and it's a great refreshment. Now don't you
and Faith go and bother me with talking about it. It's just
yours, and make no more ado."
She went back into the kitchen, and brought out her will, and
gave Leonard directions how to make a frame for it; for the boy
was a very tolerable joiner, and had a box of tools which Mr.
Bradshaw had given him some years ago.
"It's a pity to lose such fine writing," said she; "though I
can't say as I can read it. Perhaps you'd just read it for me,
Leonard." She sat open-mouthed with admiration at all the long
words.
The frame was made, and the will hung up opposite to her bed,
unknown to any one but Leonard; and, by dint of his repeated
reading it over to her, she learnt all the words, except
"testatrix" which she would always call "testy tricks.
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