Neither was her husband, and when he read his brother's letter, which he did twice to assure himself that he was not mistaken, he sat for a moment perfectly bewildered, and staring at his wife, who was putting his dinner upon the table.
'Dolly,' he gasped at last, when he could speak at all--'Dolly, what do you think?
Just listen.

Arthur is going to Europe, to stay forever, perhaps, and has left us Tracy Park.

We are going there to live, and you will be as grand a lady as Mrs.Atherton, of Brier Hill; or that young girl at Collingwood.' Dolly had a platter of ham and eggs in her hand, and she never could tell, though she often tried to do so, what prevented her from dropping the whole upon the floor.

She did spill some of the fat upon her clean tablecloth, she put the dish down so suddenly, and sinking into a chair, demanded what her husband meant.

Was he crazy, or what?
'Not a bit of it,' he replied, recovering himself and beginning to realize the good fortune which had come to him.