I wondered what
business he and my uncle could have to discuss. That night I made it a
point to be at the hotel. I saw Uncle Frank standing out in front.
When Isaac came up he took him off down the street. I heard him say to
Isaac that the hotel was not a good place for a nigger to be seen,
except as a servant, even if he did come as a lawyer. So they went
back to the barber shop, which was closed. Isaac opened the doors and
they went in. The blinds were shut. I waited until Uncle Frank came
out, an hour later. He said to Isaac, who came no farther than the
door, that he would be up again in about ten days to see how he was
'getting on with it.' Isaac said he'd have it fixed up 'so slick that
it would fool the old man hisself.'
"When I went back to Jenison Hall I tried to tell grandfather about
all this, but I didn't do it. I couldn't bear the thought of carrying
tales. I went back to school, but I couldn't get the thing out of my
head."
Christine interrupted him, intense almost to breathlessness.
"They--they were fixing up a new will!" she whispered, vastly excited.
He smiled wanly.
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