“I have about decided to buy the place,” said Mr. Wilkins, quietly. “What!” exclaimed Mrs. Gilbert and Harry, in concert. “Since you both think it will be a good bargain, I think I will buy it,” continued Uncle Obed, his eyes twinkling. “That’s a good joke,” said Harry. “No joke at all, as you will find.” “You don’t mean to say you can afford to buy such a place?” said Harry, in amazement. “I consider myself worth seventy-five thousand dollars,” said Mr. Wilkins. Mrs. Gilbert and Harry stared at him in undisguised astonishment. “I thought you were a very poor man,” said the widow. “I know you did,” said Uncle Obed, laughing. “What will Colonel Ross say?” wondered Harry. “I feel more interested in what my niece will say,” said the old man. “I am afraid they will take you away from us, Uncle Obed, when they find out that you are rich.” “Not against my will, I think,” replied the old man, with quiet determination. “They won’t want to send you back to Illinois now.” “I don’t know but they will, when they find I won’t go with them.” “Do you think of moving into the new house, Mr. Wilkins?” asked Mrs. Gilbert, anxiously. “Yes, I think I shall.” “We shall be sorry to lose you,” she said, soberly. “You are not going to lose me,” assured Uncle Obed. “Do you think I am going to live alone? I should die of loneliness. No! You and Harry go with me, and I shall take the liberty of paying all the expenses of housekeeping.” “How kind you are, Uncle Obed,” said Harry. “No, I’m not. I’m a selfish old man, looking out for what will make my home happy. And that’s not all. Mrs. Gilbert, didn’t you tell me you had a sister—a dressmaker in New York—in poor health.” “Yes, poor Maria. She is in poor health, but cannot afford a vacation.” “You shall offer her a home with you. There’s plenty of room in Carrington’s house. She will be company for all of us, especially when Master Harry goes to college.” “When I go to college!” Harry ejaculated. “Certainly! Wouldn’t you like it?” “Very much; but it would take so many years, when I could be earning nothing.” “I will see that you are provided for, Harry; but I don’t want you to go away from home at present, if it can be avoided. Isn’t there any one in the village with whom you can prepare for college?” “Mr. Rodman, the minister, is an excellent scholar, and I am sure he would be glad to take a pupil.” “Then go to see him at once. Tell him I don’t want him to work for nothing. I will pay him well for his services, and buy him all the sticks he needs to flog you when you require it.” “That doesn’t frighten me,” said Harry, smiling.