Lizzie stooped for the little white note that had fluttered to
her feet as she opened the book, but she had little interest to see what
it said. She was more intent upon the new bank book.
It was Grandmother Brady that discovered it:
"Why, Lizzie! It ain't _one_ thousand, it's _five_ thousand, the book
says! You don't 'spose she's made a mistake, do you?"
Lizzie seized the book and gazed, her jaw dropping open in amaze. "Let me
have it!" demanded Lizzie's mother, reaching for the book.
"Where's yer note, Lizzie, mebbe it'll explain," said the excited
Grandmother.
Lizzie recovered the note which again had fluttered to the floor in the
confusion and opening it began to read:
"_Dear Lizzie_," it read
"I've made it five thousand so you will have some over for
furnishing your home, and if you still think you want the little
bungalow out on the Pike you will find the deed at my lawyer's,
all made out in your name. It's my wedding gift to you, so you
can go to work and buy your furniture at once, and not wait till
Dan gets a raise. And here's wishing you a great deal of
happiness,
"Your loving cousin,
ELIZABETH."
"There!" said Grandmother Brady sitting back with satisfaction and holding
her hands composedly, "Whadd' I tell ya?"
"Mercy!" said Lizzie's mother, "Let me see that note! The idea of her
_giving_ all that money when she didn't have to!"
But Lizzie's face was a picture of joy.
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