But while
they've got a down-stairs room, it will be too much work for Huldah."
"That's provided for," said Quincy. "Mrs. Scates is going to help
Huldah."
"What's to become of her grandson--he's consumptive they tell me."
"He's going to a sanatorium to get cured."
"And you are going to pay the bills?"
Quincy nodded again.
"I get a lesson very often. You are using your money to help others,
while I've hoarded mine."
Quincy looked at the speaker inquiringly. Alice had given him to
understand that her uncle had used his income for himself.
"I know what you're thinking, Mr. Sawyer. I did tell Alice I had an
annuity, but I haven't spent one-tenth of what's coming to me. I
arranged to have it put in a savings bank, and I've drawn just as
little as I could and get along. I bought a fifty thousand dollar
annuity at sixty. I got nine per cent, on my money, besides the
savings bank interest. As near as I can figure it out I'm worth about
two hundred thousand dollars. I've beat the insurance company bad,
and I ain't dead yet. I have all this money, but what good has it
done anybody?"
"It can do good in the future, Uncle."
"I want to leave something to Mandy's boys--not too much--for I'm
afraid they'd squander it, and become do-nothings. What shall I do
with it?"
"Do you wish me to suggest a public use for your fortune?"
"That's what I've been telling you about it for.
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