"He was the
cleverest man I ever came across. He had a real turn for the
microscope."
"Then, of course, you will leave it behind you; of course you will give
it to me," said Tom, quite triumphant with eagerness.
"No, my boy, that I won't. If you are a good boy, and do me credit, and
get on with your books, and do well in that calling which Providence
means you to work in, why, I may leave it to you when I am called hence,
Tom."
"There, Tom!" said Susy, coming forward. "Don't worry Aunt Church any
more. She's got plenty to think about.--Won't you turn him out now, Aunt
Church? It is time for you to be dressing, you know."
"So it is," said Mrs. Church, looking round her in some alarm. "Whatever
is the hour, child?"
"It is going on for six o'clock; and they will be here at half-past
seven at the latest."
"Very well," said Tom; "if I must go I will have a talk with Brownie."
He looked at Susy as if he meant to defy her, but Susy was too wise to
anger him at that moment. As soon as ever he was out of the house she
fetched hot water, soap and a clean towel. Having helped old Mrs. Church
with her ablutions, she produced a clean cap and a little black shawl.
The old lady said that she felt very smart and refreshed, and altogether
in a state to do honor to that dear little almshouse.
"I am quite taking to you, Susy," she said. "But I do hope you will
marshal those dreadful girls into the backyard without frightening my
hens or Brownie.
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