There was a look of deep pain in her eyes, and her voice was
sadder than its wont, as she replied:
"I cannot touch that money. It is not mine; it would be stealing, to
take a penny of it."
Grey saw the question troubled his Aunt Hannah, and so he said no more
on the subject, but thought that when he was a man, and had means of his
own, he would improve and beautify the old farm-house, which, though
scrupulously neat and clean, was in its furnishing plain in the extreme.
Not a superfluous article, except what had been sent from Boston, had
been bought since he could remember, and the carpet, and chairs, and
curtains in the best room had been there ever since his father was a
boy. And still Grey loved the place better than Grey's Park, where he
was always a welcome guest, and where his Aunt Lucy petted him, if
possible, more than did his Aunt Hannah.
And sweet Lucy Grey, in her trailing dress of rich, black silk, with
ruffles of soft lace at her throat and wrists, and costly diamonds on
her white fingers, made a picture perfectly harmonious with Grey's
natural taste and ideas of a lady.
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