"I can never use it." "Wait till you own a motor-car, Miss Winnifred," said the Lawyer.
"Then I am rich!" exclaimed the bewildered girl.
"Rich beyond your dreams," answered the Lawyer.

"Miss Clair, you own in your own right about half of the State of Texas--I think it is in Texas, at any rate either Texas or Rhode Island, or one of those big states in America.

More than this, I have invested your property since your father's death so wisely that even after paying the income tax and the property tax, the inheritance tax, the dog tax and the tax on amusements, you will still have one half of one per cent to spend." Winnifred clasped her hands.
"I knew it all the time," said Lord Mordaunt, drawing the girl to his embrace, "I found it out through this good man." "We knew it too," said the Marchioness.

"Can you forgive us, darling, our little plot for your welfare?
Had we not done this Mordaunt might have had to follow you over to America and chase you all around Newport and Narragansett at a fearful expense." "How can I thank you enough ?" cried Winnifred.

Then she added eagerly, "And my birth, my descent ?" "It is all right," interjected the Old Lawyer.