"
"She has only a life interest in the property," Wilson went on.
"Berenice Morison is residuary legatee of almost everything, unless
Mrs. Frostwinch has saved up her income."
The talk ran on business for a few moments, Wilson advising with
shrewdness, and practically deciding the matter for his wife.
"I suppose," he said, when this was disposed of, "that Mrs. Frostwinch
is too much wrapped up in faith-cure nonsense to take much interest in
your holy war against Strathmore."
"She isn't so much wrapped up in that stuff as you think. Dear Anna
hasn't any sense of humor, but she's a model of propriety, and she's
constantly shocked at herself for being alive by a treatment so
irregular. She was mortified beyond words when that Crapps woman gave a
treatment to Mrs. Bodewin Ranger's dog."
"That snarling little black devil that's always under foot at the
Rangers'? Gad! I'd like to give it a treatment!"
"It got its ear hurt somehow, and Mrs. Crapps pretended to cure it.
Mrs. Ranger was all but in tears over it, she was so grateful. Anna was
entirely disgusted. She told Mrs. Crapps that she hadn't known before
that she was in the hands of a veterinary.
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