"What I have to say concerns your father." "My father!" interrupted Lenora; "my own father! Oh, is he living ?" "No, I hope not," was the answer; "it is Mr.Hamilton whom I mean." Instantly Lenora's tone changed, and she replied, "If you please you need not call that putty-headed man _my_ father.

He acts too much like a whipped spaniel to suit me, and I really think Carrie ought to be respected for knowing what little she does, while I wonder where Walter, Mag, and Willie got their good sense.

But what is it?
What have you made Mr.Hamilton do ?--something ridiculous, of course." "I've made him make his will," was the answer; while Lenora continued: "Well, what then?
What good will that do me ?" "It may do you a great deal of good," said Mrs.Hamilton; "that is, if Walter likes the homestead as I think he does.

But I tell you, it was hard work, and I didn't know, one while, but I should have to give it up.

However, I succeeded, and he has willed the homestead to Walter, provided he marries you.