er Cecelia Anne" was not yet too big to
find solace in sleep when she was tired and uninterested, being indeed
but nine years old and exceedingly small of stature and babyish of
habit. So she slept on and missed hearing all the provisions which were
meant to protect her in the enjoyment of her estate but which were
equally calculated to drive her guardian distracted.

"I leave nothing to my beloved son, James Hawtry," the document
continued, "because I consider that he has quite enough already. And I
leave nothing to his son, James Hawtry, Junior, the twin-brother of
Cecelia Anne Hawtry, because, though he and I have met but seldom, I
have formed the opinion that he is capable of winning his way in the
world without any aid from me."

James Hawtry, Junior, sitting beside the heiress, failed to derive much
satisfaction from this clause. If things were being given away, he was
not quite certain as to what "rest and residue" might mean, but if
things of any kind were being doled out he would fain have enjoyed them
with the rest.

Presently the lawyer read the final codicil and gathered his papers
together, then addressed the blank and disappointed assemblage with: "As
you have seen that all the minor bequests are articles of a household
nature--portraits, tableware and the like, 'portable property' as my
immortal colleague, Mr. Wemmick, would have said--I should suggest the
present to be an admirable time for their removal by the fortunate
legatees who may not again be in this neighbourhood. And now I have but
to congratulate the young lady who has succeeded to this property, a
really handsome property I may say, though the amount is not stated nor
even yet fully ascertained. If Miss Cecelia Anne Hawtry is present, I
should like to pay my respects to her and to wish her all happiness in
her new inheritance. I have never had the pleasure of meeting the
principal legatee. May I ask her to come forward and accept my
congratulations."

"Take her, Jimmie," commanded Mr. Hawtry, setting Cecelia down upon her
thin little black legs, while he tried to smooth her into presentable
shape in anticipation of the anxious cross-examination he was sure to
undergo when he returned with the children to his New York home and wife.

"She looked as fit as paint," he afterward assured that anxious
questioner. "I stood the bow out on her hair and pushed her dress down
just as I've seen you do hundreds of times. Jimmie helped, too, and I
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