They had always plenty of money, had
been indulged in practically every wish, and had never had to think or
plan for themselves. As to the size of the estate, they knew nothing
more than Mr. Graves had told them, which was that, instead of the
several millions which rumor had credited A. Rodgers Warren with
possessing, five hundred thousand dollars would probably be the extent
of their inheritance, and that, therefore, they must live economically.
As a first step in that direction, they had given up their former home
and moved to the apartment.
"Yes, yes," mused the captain, "I see. Mr. Graves didn't know about your
movin', then? You did it on your own hook, so to speak?"
Stephen answered promptly.
"Of course we did," he declared. "Why not?"
"No reason in the world. A good sensible thing to do, I should say.
Didn't anybody advise you where to go?"
"Why should we need advice?" Again it was Stephen who replied. "We
aren't kids. We're old enough to decide some things for ourselves, I
should think."
"Yes. Sartin. That's right. But I didn't know but p'raps some of your
friends might have helped along. This Mrs. Dunn now, she kind of hinted
to me that she'd--well, done what she could to make you comf'table."
"She has," avowed Caroline, warmly.
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