from the lawyer about the house. Maybe, you see, Mr. Goupil doesn't feel very kindly toward me, and if he doesn't I don't suppose I should blame him one bit."
"This house belongs to him now?" asked Laurie.
"Yes. My mother left a will that gave everything to Amanda, but allowed me the use of this place until Amanda's death. Of course mother never meant it the way she wrote it. She just got a little mixed up, and as she didn't employ a lawyer to do it for her, why, it stood just as she wrote it. I've often wondered," added Miss Comfort, wrinkling her forehead, "what she did mean. I suppose she meant me to live here until my death, and not Amanda's."
"I'll bet you could break a will like that," declared Laurie eagerly.
"So Mr. Whipple told me," responded Miss Comfort. "He was the lawyer. He's dead now. But I didn't like to do it. It seemed kind of—of disrespectful to mother. Besides, I never had any suspicion that I would outlast poor Amanda."
In the ensuing silence Polly and Mae gazed sympathetically at Miss Comfort, who, smoothing
