"Didenhover!"
"For two years."
"Did you tell him what you knew about him?"
"Yes, but it was too late--the mischief was done."
Aunt Miriam went on skimming out her cruller with a very grave face.
"How came your uncle to do so without learning about him first?"
"O I don't know!--he was in a hurry to do anything that would take the trouble of the farm off his hands,--he don't like it."
"On what terms has he let him have it?"
"On shares--and I know, I know, under that Didenhover it will bring us in nothing, and it has brought us in nothing all the time we have been here; and I don't know what we are going to live upon."--
"Has your uncle nor your aunt no property at all left?"