Rebecca Gray put her hand to her mouth and stared blindly at the floor. Dr. Lavendar thrust out his lower lip and frowned. As for Alice, she laughed aloud, then burst out crying. "Oh, _Lute_!" she said, tremulously; and, somehow, the two children found themselves holding hands. "It's--it's so much!" she faltered. "Five thousand pounds is--is $25,000!" the boy said, turning pale. There was a pause; no one seemed to know just what to say. Then Lute, suddenly: "Is it your mother's father that left it to you, Alice?" She turned to Mr. Carter, drawing in her breath like a child. "Is it?" "Ah--no," he answered, briefly. "But I didn't know my mother had any relations?" Alice said, in a dazed way; "I thought father said--I'm sure he said--she hadn't any relations? Perhaps--perhaps it is a mistake, after all?" "The testator was not a relative of the Alys Winton in question," Mr. Carter said. He glanced uneasily at Dr. Lavendar, who lifted his head and looked at him searchingly. "It will be best to make further explanations to Mr. Gray," Mr. Carter said, hurriedly. "But who has left the money to me--if it is to me?" Alice said, bewildered. "Can't I ask that? What is the name of the kind person? I think I might ask that." [Illustration: "'WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE KIND PERSON?'"] "The name of the testator was Urquhart," Mr. Carter said, "but--but, you know, my dear young lady, the identity is not yet legally authenticated; so--therefore--perhaps--I think, Dr. Lavendar, I had best go now? I think you mentioned that the stage leaves at four?" "Urquhart?" Alice said; "the man who was so unkind? Oh, Lute, I suppose he repented. Oh, how astonished father will be! He'll have to forgive him now." "It's a pretty late repentance," Luther said, with a chuckle; "and how did he know about you, Alice? I don't see why he should leave you money, even if he was a brute to your mother. Still," said the boy, gayly, "I guess we won't complain?" "Gracious!" cried Alice, "that is queer. Well, he _was_ a kind person!" Rebecca Gray stared, frowning, at the lawyer. "He knew--this Urquhart--that she had a child?" she said, slowly. Mr. Carter was gathering up his papers. "Yes," he said--"yes; he--knew it." "What?" said Rebecca, in a very low voice--"_what?_" "In view of the fact that, legally, the matter is still undecided," Mr. Carter said, hurriedly, "perhaps we need not take this point up? At all events, not here." "Sir," said Rebecca, "why does Mr. Urquhart leave £5000 to Robert Gray's daughter?" "He was sorry he was unkind to my mother," Alice said, her voice quivering. ("Oh, Lute, $25,000!") "Alice," her step-mother said, in a loud, harsh voice, "you had better leave the room. Luther, go with Alice, please." The two young people, bewildered, got up with blank faces, and with obvious reluctance obeyed. "But why should I be sent out, Lute?" Alice said, hotly, when they were in the hall. "It's my money--if I'm the person."