There don't seem to be much love in real life, so a poor lone crittur like me has to calm her hankerin's by a-readin' novels." No one had been more interested in the advent of the millionaire at the Wegg farm than the widow Clark.

She had helped "fix up" the house for the new owner and her appreciative soul had been duly impressed by the display of wealth demonstrated by the fine furniture sent down from the city.

She had watched the arrival of the party and noticed with eager eyes the group of three pretty and stylishly dressed nieces who accompanied their rich uncle.

Once or twice since the young ladies had entered her establishment to purchase pens or stationery, and on such occasions the widow was quite overcome by their condescension.
All this set her thinking to some purpose.

One day she walked over to the farm and made her way quietly to the back door.