Mr. Oliphant supplemented this. “I believe your mother’s entirely right, Dan. The division may seem unfair, but I’m strongly of the opinion there was no intention to be unkind or to—or to hurt you!” “‘_Hurt_ me!’” Dan exclaimed loudly. His face was aglow and his eyes were shining. “Hurt me? Why, she didn’t leave _you_ anything, sir, and you’re not hurt. And just look what she’s done for me! Why, even you and mother had begun to think I couldn’t hold on to Ornaby this time, but grandma’s left me not only enough to tide me over, but to go _ahead_ with! I’m goin’ to set out the stakes for that automobile factory to-morrow!” He turned again toward the door as he spoke; and his father again mistook his intention. “Dan, I—I really wouldn’t go up to talk to Lena just now. If we all just let her alone when she’s in one of these—ah—that is, I’ve noticed if we keep away——” “Yes, so have I,” Dan agreed heartily. “That’s not where I’m headed for, sir.” His mother had retained his hand in spite of his movement to go, and now she tried to draw him nearer her. “Stay with us, dear,” she pleaded. “You’re so plucky, you poor boy, but I know it _has_ hurt you. I know you want to get outdoors and walk and walk and grieve to yourself, but if you’d stay with your father and me——” “I can’t,” he said, and detached his hand from hers though she still sought to keep it. “I _got_ to go, mother.” “But where?” she begged. “Where do you want to go at such a time as this, dear?” “Where?” he cried triumphantly. “Why, to see those executors and get that money! I’m goin’ to make George Rowe and old John P. Johns agree to advance it to me the first thing to-morrow morning. Grandma’s saved Ornaby for me, God bless her!” He waved an exultant hand over his head and departed at a long and rapid stride, leaving his father and mother to stare at one another with pathetic inquiry; but after a moment or two of this Mr. Oliphant laughed vaguely, sighed, shook his head, and said: “Why, he _means_ it!” “You don’t think he’s just covering up what he feels? Pretending——” “Pretending? No!” her husband returned. “All your mother’s will means to him is that he can go on with his Addition!” “But he can’t. Thirty-five hundred dollars won’t——” “No, not long,” Mr. Oliphant admitted. “But it looks like a million to him to-day, because it pulls him around this particular corner. Of course in a little while there’ll be another corner that he _can’t_ get pulled around, but he doesn’t see that one now. All he’s thinking about——” “But he expects to begin a _factory_!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t a doubt he’ll try to.” “Neither have I; and that’ll bring the corner he can’t turn just so much nearer.” “It seems so pitiful,” the mother lamented. “I’ll help him all I can. There’s the income of what she’s given me——” “It won’t go very far,” Oliphant informed her, ruefully amused. “Not with the kind of plans Dan’ll be making now that he’s got hold of thirty-five hundred dollars!”