Beastly big bills they were,
too!"
"Humph! Uncle Hayseed, as you call him, is anything but a fool. But he
isn't the particular trouble at present. He and I understand each other,
I believe, and he will be reasonable. But--there is this Pearson. I
don't like his calling so frequently."
Malcolm laughed in huge scorn. "Pearson!" he sneered. "Why, he's
nothing but a penny-a-liner, without the penny. Surely you're not afraid
Caroline will take a fancy to him. She isn't an idiot."
"She's a young girl, and more romantic than I wish she was. At her age
girls do silly things, sometimes. He called on Wednesday--you heard her
say so--and was there again to-night. I don't like it, I tell you."
"Her uncle is responsible for--"
"It is more than that. She knew him long before she knew her uncle
existed. Her father introduced him--her FATHER. And to her mind,
whatever her father did was right."
"Witness his brilliant selection of an executor. Oh, Mater, you weary
me! I used to know this Pearson when he was a reporter down town, and...
Humph!"
"What is it?"
"Why, nothing, I guess. It seemed as if I remember Warren and Pearson in
some sort of mix-up. Some... Humph! I wonder."
He was silent, thinking. His mother pressed his arm excitedly.
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