If it had been only about a hundred dollars
I might have lent it to you, or found some one who would, but now I'm
afraid nothing can be done."
"Do you mean the store will have to close?" asked Bunny.
"I'm afraid so, Son," replied his father.
"Oh dear!" sighed Mrs. Golden! "If Philip were only here then I
might----"
"Well, here I am, Mother!" cried a voice at the front door. "What's the
trouble?" and in came big, strong, jolly Philip Golden. He had just
arrived on a train. "What's wrong?" he asked, for he could see that his
mother had tears in her eyes.
The trouble was soon told.
"Sell the store!" he cried. "I guess not much! Didn't you get my
telegram, Mother?"
"What telegram?"
"The one telling about the legacy. We have it--several thousand
dollars! It won't make us rich, but it will be enough to make you
comfortable for life. I heard the good news yesterday, and I sent you a
telegram telling about it so you wouldn't worry any more."
"I never got your message!" said Mrs. Golden, smiling through her tears.
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