Old Mr.Maxwell's dead.

I had a letter a night or two ago." Amanda gasped, "He's dead ?" "Yes." "What was the matter, do you know ?" "They called it paralysis.

It was sudden." Amanda hesitated.

"I s'pose--you know anything about--his property ?" said she.
"Yes; he left it all to my sister." "Why, Mis' Field!" "Yes; he left every cent of it to her." "Oh, ain't it dreadful she's dead ?" "It's all been dreadful right along," said Mrs.Field.
"Of course," said Amanda, "I know she's better off than she'd be with all the money in the world; it ain't that; but it would do so much good to the livin'.

Why, look here, Mis' Field, I dun'no' anything about law, but won't you have it if your sister's dead ?" "I'm goin' down there." "It seems as if you'd ought to have somethin' anyway, after all you've done, lettin' his son have your money an' everything." Amanda spoke with stern warmth.