Why should not Miss Clara have the property?
Miss Clara had never done harm to any one! Things got back into their old grooves, and at the end of the third month the squire was once more seen in the old family pew at church.
He was a large man, who had been very handsome, and who now, in his yellow leaf, was not without a certain beauty of manliness.

He wore his hair and his beard long; before his son's death they were grey, but now they were very white.

And though he stooped, there was still a dignity in his slow step,--a dignity that came to him from nature rather than from any effort.

He was a man who, in fact, did little or nothing in the world,--whose life had been very useless; but he had been gifted with such a presence that he looked as though he were one of God's nobler creatures.

Though always dignified he was ever affable, and the poor liked him better than they might have done had he passed his time in searching out their wants and supplying them.
They were proud of their squire, though he had done nothing for them.
It was something to them to have a man who could so carry himself sitting in the family pew in their parish church.