She looked worried.

Then again that expression of almost idiotic joy overspread her face.

"That old White homestead is beautiful--the best house in town," she said.
"There's fifty acres of land with it, too," said Meeks.
Sylvia and Henry looked at each other.

Both hesitated.

Then Henry spoke, stammeringly: "I--never knew--just how much of an income Abrahama had," he said.
"Well," replied the lawyer, "I must say not much--not as much as I wish, for your sakes.