That's what it certainly will do unless something turns up to interfere.

Old Judge Woodard told me himself that your father had made a will, leaving everything he owns to some medical institution.

Imagine Locust being turned into a sanitarium or a training-school for nurses!" "Dear old place!" said Mrs.Sherman, with tears in her eyes.

"No one ever had a happier childhood than I passed under these old locusts.
Every tree seems like a friend.

I would be glad for Lloyd to enjoy the place as I did." "I'd let her go as much as she pleases, Elizabeth.