Mrs. Brownlow offers no
obstruction, but they cannot be rapid."
"All mine!" repeated Elvira, with childish exultation. "What fun! I
must go and tell Sydney Evelyn."
"A few minutes more, Miss Menella," said Mr. Wakefield. "You ought
to hear the terms of the will."
And he read it to her.
"I thought you told me it was to be mine. This is all you and uncle
George."
"As your trustees."
"Oh, to manage as the Colonel does. You will give me all the money I
ask you for. I want some pearls, and I must have that duck of a
little Arab. Uncle George, how soon can I have it?"
"We must go through the Probate Court," he began, but his wife
interrupted—-
"Ways and means will be forthcoming, my dear, though for my part I
think it would be much better taste in Mrs. Brownlow to put you in
possession at once."
"Mr. Wakefield explained, my dear," said her husband, "that, much as
Mrs. Brownlow wishes to do so, she cannot; she has no power. It is
her trustees."
"Oh yes, I know every excuse will be found for retaining the property
as long as possible," said the lady.
"Then I shall have to wait ever so long," said the young lady. "And
I do so want the Arab. It is a real love, and Allen would say so."
"I have another letter for you," said Mr.
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