Finally he decided to go and then return to hear what business Joe and the deacon had together.

He rather hoped that Joe had been trespassing on the deacon's grounds, and was to be reprimanded.
He opened the barn door and called out: "Deacon Goodwin wants you out at the gate." Joe was as much surprised as Oscar.
He followed Oscar to the front of the house and bade the deacon good morning.
"Oscar tells me you want to see me," he said.
"Yes, Joe.

Do you remember your Aunt Susan ?" "My mother's aunt ?" "Yes; she's dead and buried." "She was pretty old," said Joe.
"The old lady had a small pension," continued the deacon, "that just about kept her, but she managed to save a little out of it.

When the funeral expenses were paid it was found that there were fifty-six dollars and seventy-five cents over." "What's going to be done with it?
he inquired.
"She's left it to you," was the unexpected reply, "You was the nearest relation she had, and it was her wish that whatever was left should go to you." "I'm very much obliged to her.

I didn't expect anything.