"
"She had nothing to go on with," said Olwen. "And it will come back. It
will be all Jennie's."
"What guarantee have you of that? That's my question. What guarantee?"
Olwen was silent. She was not wishful of disparaging her sister or of
squabbling with Charlie.
"Well," said Charlie, "I must have an entirely free hand. Give it an
agent if you prefer. They're a lively lot."
He went about over-praising Cartref. "With the sticks and they're not
rubbish," he swore, "it's worth five hundred. Three-fifty will buy the
lot."
A certain man said to him: "I'll give you two-twenty"; and Charlie
replied: "Nothing doing."
Twelve months he was in selling the house, and for the damage which in
the meanseason had been done to it by a bomb and by fire and water the
sum of money that he received was one hundred and fifty pounds.
Lisbeth had her share, and Olwen had her share, and each applauded
Charlie, Lisbeth assuring him: "You'll never regret it"; and this is how
Charlie applauded himself: "No one else could have got so much."
"The house and cash will be a nice egg-nest for Jennie," Olwen
announced.
"And number seven and mine will make it more," added Lisbeth.
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