remarked the parent, after speaking of many things in general.
"I know it, dad," was the gloomy answer. And then Dick went on: "I suppose there is no way of getting clear of the provisions of that will?"
"I know of none. Your dear departed mother's wishes must be respected."
"Oh, dear!" Dick gave a long sigh. "Well perhaps I can stand Uncle Ezra, but it's going to be a—er—a stiff proposition."
"I'm sorry," commented Mr. Hamilton. "But perhaps it will be a good thing for you. Your Uncle Ezra has excellent discipline, and he's a good man of business."
"I don't doubt that, dad."
Father and son did not say much during the ride home, as each was busy with his thoughts. As Dick went up the steps of the Hamilton mansion the butler met him at the door.
"Your Uncle Ezra is here," he announced.
"Oh, dear!" commented Dick, with a groan.
"Ah, Nephew Richard," was Mr. Larabee's greeting when Dick found him in the library. "I've come to pay you a little visit, you see. I happened to remember that to-morrow is your birthday, and, according to the—to the provisions of your mother's will you may be going to pay me a visit. I can't say I altogether approve of that will, still we will not discuss that now. The main thing is, Have you made the paying investment called for?"
