It must be done through the trustees of my mother's will." "And the assistance for which you wish ?" said father, putting his hand in his pocket.

I know what that action means when I am talking to him.
"The assistance I want," said Rupert, getting redder than ever, "is from my--the trustee also.

To carry out what I want to do." "And what may that be ?" asked my father.

"I would like, sir, to make over to my Aunt Janet--" My father interrupted him by asking--he had evidently remembered my jest: "Miss MacSkelpie ?" Rupert got still redder, and I turned away; I didn't quite wish that he should see me laughing.

He went on quietly: "_MacKelpie_, sir! Miss Janet MacKelpie, my aunt, who has always been so kind to me, and whom my mother loved--I want to have made over to her the money which my dear mother left to me." Father doubtless wished to have the matter take a less serious turn, for Rupert's eyes were all shiny with tears which had not fallen; so after a little pause he said, with indignation, which I knew was simulated: "Have you forgotten your mother so soon, Rupert, that you wish to give away the very last gift which she bestowed on you ?" Rupert was sitting, but he jumped up and stood opposite my father with his fist clenched.