The lawyer in London writes that Mr.Peter Reid--d'you perhaps remember an old man who came here to tea one day in October ?--he came from London and lived at the Temperance--has left me all his fortune, which is a large one.

I can't think why....

And I thought he was so poor, I wanted to have him here to stay, to save him paying hotel bills.

Poor man, he must have been very friendless when he left his money to a stranger." "It's a queer turn up onyway.

I juist hope it's a' richt.